Melancholia
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Mihaela Pirjol
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What can be said
About tears which cannot be cried?
What can be said
About love which cannot subside?
About emotions in abundance,
About Now in nothingness?
Oh! This stranger soul of mine,
It rises and falls on slippery time:
I do not feel its nature;
I do not know its kind!
The life in Nature's verdure
Does not suffice my soul to nurture:
I am condemned to tragedy:
My nature is melancholy...
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