Sweet Melancholia

Come as you may

In the glimmers of light falling through star dust

In memories long buried in the recesses of my heart

In cloudy weather oh so abhorred

In the chatter of birds oh so unconcerned

In passing trees and crumbling houses

In hunger, austerity and brewing unrest

In the silent acceptance of fate by cheated, beaten masse

Come, my sweet melancholia

Be my refuge

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