Melancholic still

Black and white melancholy

I could see in the leaves

what was visible in the clouds

A kind of you from distant sounds

a seashore of oblivion

a land of dreams

you drift upon

gaping the gulf of yesterday –

– a birthday on a Saturday.


I dared look deeper in the darkness

through the grey mist of growing fall

trying to at least touch the era

of former you –

maimed by your words

and by my songs.


You’ve always seen in whites and blacks,

smiling tenderly at my colors,

you’ve loved your blue

perhaps you’ll still do

once scent from oceans

floods your thoughts.

Photo – Paula Gecan


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