"It is so easy for you," they sullenly sighed, barely looking the girl in the eyes.
"Of course it was you," they loudly cried, as the girl sadly cast down her eyes.
"What is it like for you," they brazenly inquired, "having it come so quickly, without effort?"
The girl glanced upwards, raising her eyes.
"You do not understand the mountain I have climbed."
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Melancholia
Poetry"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility." - William Wordsworth
