Didn't realize just how
It was left behind so far,
Those roads I walked on,
The turns that that I took,
Can't picture them in my memory,
Can't trace those path,
Don't remember how,
I went so far,
The peaks of those mountains,
That exhilarated me then,
The valleys with its deep steepness,
That cut me everywhere
Can't place myself there anymore,
Don't think about that I care anymore
Cause ahead now are just empty plains,
Filled with melancholy days.
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Melencholia
PoetryAbruptly, there is a pull inside of you, that peels away all your layers and exposes the undulating terrain of your emotions. It brings out all that, that dominated you in the past ,and now is hitting you with the exact same force as it did th...
