My heart plays
a requiem
for slaughtered symphonies
in my mind,
that sing of silence
and of saudade,
and all the
melancholy I can find,
yet in the bleak midwinter,
hope is but a shiver
in my past,
and frost laces
the tail-end of my yearnings,
imbuing a chill that
will surely last
well into the coming new year,
yet I'll dream of
a better day,
when the melodies
I long for
are only a wish away.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
