mel·an·cho·li·a

 
the
world
when seen through
droplets of rain
appears much gentler
than the reality
of boundaries and edges
dreamlike water-colored daubs
bleeding…buried mem’ries
rising from the depths
softening now
eyes welling
warm with
tears.

~ kat ~ 14 November 2014

(Poetry Form: Ascending/Descending Sept)


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