If I were to leave,
Where would I go
Down the twisting river
Or the winding road?
Through the trees that rustle
And whisper to themselves,
'Mongst the flowers that chatter
And gossip with the wind,
Past the brook that babbles
Its tales to the fish,
Or by the well whose water
Waits for a wish?
YOU ARE READING
Melancholia
Poetry"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility." - William Wordsworth
