Melancholy
As deserted as this wasteland,
Endless, boundless, uninviting,
Where all grass and flowers have withered,
As a notebook with no writing...
As deserted as this wasteland,
Where the lonely wind is crying,
As if it, on empty pages,
Writes the letters with its sighing....
Copyright © Angel Hadjipopgeorgiev | Year Posted 2020
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