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Infinite Sadness
Infinite Sadness
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The long strolls in the woods have now become a dawdled walk on a ledge,
The zestful plunges in the brook, have now become journeys to the dark and never-ending abyss,
The spirited heart-to-hearts have now become unstimulating monologues,
The soul-stirring melodies have now become banal and uninspiring,
Her ever mellifluous voice has now become discordant,
The serene nights, now remind me of the quietude in a funeral,
The beauty of the glistening stars and the seraphic moon, now seem cloying,
Her presence which pulled me like a magnetar now draws me in a noose,
I am encircled in this melancholy, yet I am reticent about it.
