Melancholy
A man whose soul has silver hair,
A soul stuck in a pain it cannot bear,
With eyes gloomier than the gray seas,
A soul far from salvation it seems.
Poor old soul put into youth,
Tested and devoured by Earth's mortal root,
Mortality has once again tested it's course,
As it is once again lost in Nile's shores.
Love's warmth kept it at bay,
Lost in the light in love's way,
But this love has long gone and pass,
Poor soul now lost as time's moving fast.
Copyright © Andrei Manzon | Year Posted 2017
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