melancholia

dedicated to someone

there was a past
hovering maybe
but so decent
out of another sphere
and to it all was white
what was black to others

beloved remember
remember and moan
too rare is chance
when autumn comes
and leaves
a memory
forever ice burns
what is eternal

a past
so present

hovering truly

bright beams
shining from then
remembering a you
and

a sadness

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