Yearned Harmony
Before it was a simple tune,
A lonesome sound, wan and dull
But he came and savored the music;
He sketched a utopia; abysmal hopes
Every note he furnished, battled up despair;
Thus, because of this phantom
I found the missing melody of my soul
And without him is a mislaid harmony
So if the music stops, will our rhythms fade?
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Hüzün (Poetry)
PoetryHüzün (n.) -a melancholy resulting from inadequacy or failure and weighting so heavily that it becomes a communal, resigned, and even curiously poetic.
