Melancholia
It seems the rain is coming fast for me again—
The winter ice is drenched with more space to freeze;
Before and behind shadows, the clouds blind play child,
And the moon's ring is further from maiden fingers.
The winter ice is drenched with more space to freeze,
While chimes are shaky and wile,
And the moon's ring is further from maiden fingers;
For the gloom don of outpouring time.
While chimes are shaky and wile,
Before and behind shadows, the clouds blind play child,
For the gloom don of outpouring time—
It seems the rain is coming fast for me again.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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