Painting Her Delightful Melancholy... Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Hey, stay there, you promised you see
Leaving read in the midst, that's uncool
Sideline me if you want to
But don't please turn the sky pale
Nightshade plays its own song
Pour some more wine from your eyes
And write your smile
The smile that enlarges you
Ah, the mournful lips too smile
You belong to eternal mystery, beloved
Drowsiness doesn't disturb you
Your soul remains crazily awake
You unlayer the shadows of evening
You foster the prose of noon
You embody the highest hill inside you
And undo the cruel storms of time
You accompany with morning roses
And gently kiss the sea-breeze
Seems as if thou & the wave are mates
And the oceanic wind strengthens you
Ah, the classic anger suits you a bit
Imprison the natural whispers
They are for you
Deep, silent and supremely soothing
The sand under your fit welcomes you
Every step you take paints your grace
You stop not
Because the delightful melancholy is unstoppable!