They are days so sad
that even sadness
becomes inspiring .
A shade of blue in the blues,
a stain of blood in the mood ...
Melancholy under the mask
reaveling the thought of faces
and those hidden tears
that pretend to be rain ,
heavy life and burden ..
City slowly falling asleep ,
boring old tired melody ,
plaintive violin ,metro line,
crying car tracks on the streets,
Spleen in the skies ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 27th, 2024 08:05
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Comments1
There is a harmony in sadness, as in music, where minor notes create a special beauty...
A sensitive commentary !
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