Meloncholy

is my infinite sadness......

The prisms that God's light creates,

as it shines through the trees.

With its somber feel,

that the days seem to just pass away.

With the night turning the page.

The voices in the shadows.

Simmer in the mind.

And my thoughts dampen the mood.

The day paints life in a way,

that changes shape with each breath you take.

 

 

Reviews

[Little Amy Lee]

The words in this poem are deep
Its beautiful
good work
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