I wrote this poem some years ago when I was feeling a bit down.
On a rocking chair
A whisper of nostalgia
Tears slide down the cheeks
Of beauty so fair
Hurt with deep melancholia
Nepenthe she seeks
Myriad of dreams rise
Alloy of gold and silver
In Utopia’s fire
Ephemeral eyes
Seeking a golden feather
Consumed in a pyre
The eyes of the moon
Avert to a far distance
Silk threads disappear
The heart in a swoon
An amaranth gives fragrance
But demands a tear
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