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Melancholia.

Heed the echos of a heartache,
anguished sear of reverie.
Feel its scalp bleed down her face,
scathing tears of memories.
See the eyes that once freely smiled
fading with defeat.
As silent fields in which she lies
drift away with night’s conceit.


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  1. So much emotion in so few lines. This reminds me of the way a Haiku can paint a whole picture with 17 syllables. Excellent words and painting to accompany. 🙂

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