My Melancholy Is Your Melancholy Poem by RIC BASTASA
My Melancholy Is Your Melancholy
and so at the end
we rediscover that my
melancholy
is your melancholy too
we cannot describe
how deep the roots are
and how rotten
the trees
we were counting the
leaves falling
we want to measure
the length and weight
of the heaps
i do not bother myself
now
we have become so
different
like crisscrossing
lines
with endpoints
crazy somewhere
not wanting any
meeting
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4/26/2024 3:15:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is very good; definately enjoyed this poem.