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, a pull stirs within, peeling back every layer to reveal the raw terrain of your emotions. Memories surge-echoes of what once dominated, now striking with familiar intensity. Years of unspoken weight break free, pouring forth a torrent of m...
