Deplorable Melancholy

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She weeps a melody of wistful melancholy.
I yearn to help her mend, but join in harmony.
In minor keys our strains will lilt on magically.

Indifferent life to misery, perchance it sees a beauty.
One composed of poignant notes; all cries a tone of stories.
Those told in words but analogs to those we tell in tears.

Glee is dispelled, it renders the misery,
Admittedly, tenacity wears off,
And the merriment terminates, we slumbered.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ric Bastasa 01 January 2009

love the slumber part... sleepy soul on the shoulders of sanctimony.

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Joseph Poewhit 01 January 2009

All those notes of life, with cyclical amplitudes and abysses

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