#1 Melancholy
Melancholy
The drizzle splashes memories
in the grey afternoon,
nostalgic winds blow,
they bring sad scents.
Slow black clouds
shed their tears,
the air whispers,
souls hesitate.
Desolated streets whimper,
leaves heap up,
the colour of the sky
hides the smiles.
Looks become dull
in the monotonous view,
the frightening darkness
scares dreams.
Opaque images
fill the ways,
the melancholy sobs
on empty corners.
María Griselda García Cuerva
The drizzle splashes memories
in the grey afternoon,
nostalgic winds blow,
they bring sad scents.
Slow black clouds
shed their tears,
the air whispers,
souls hesitate.
Desolated streets whimper,
leaves heap up,
the colour of the sky
hides the smiles.
Looks become dull
in the monotonous view,
the frightening darkness
scares dreams.
Opaque images
fill the ways,
the melancholy sobs
on empty corners.
María Griselda García Cuerva
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