Melancholy (a new version)


We live day-to-day,
And day by day, to-day by day.
For the day, longing for stars.

With my hands in pockets of delusions,
My senses emptied of their motions,
All their words of deafening silence,

May you come now and then.
As you dare taking risks, beside no awe of ages,
Would I learn to aim with conviction?

But perhaps as images' worth of a thousand words,
Wordsworth of one thousand and one connotations,
Voices could express sounds, lit by the glow of thousand flames
And in a world turning in unison,
United, could cultures live together, apart.

So, perhaps, Night would know the way
For defeating our secret landmarks,


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A new version of my original poem \"To Melancholy\". Thank you so much for reading :)