A Melancholic Tale in Twilight of Sorrow
Where have you gone, my dearest love?
In the dark pine woods, the wind does rove.
Above the restless waters, the moon shines bright,
Casting a haunting glow in the ebony night.
Days blend together in a somber refrain,
As snowflakes fall, their dance of pain.
From the distant west, a chilling breeze,
Whispers of sorrow through the barren trees.
Stars twinkle high, with a mournful gleam,
A black sailboat sails, lost in a dream.
As the dawn arrives, my soul is drenched in sorrow's rain,
It sheds tears, bestowing melodies upon the boundless sea's
domain.
In this harbor of shadows, I hold you dear,
Amidst chilling realms, where anguish is near.
My love for you persists, in this gloomy abyss,
As kisses drift aimlessly lost in the mist
I'm but a forgotten anchor, trapped in despair,
As evening arrives, casting a gloomy snare.
The docks grow desolate, in twilight's embrace,
Telling a tale of sorrow, in this melancholic space.
Yasmin
Hemmat
Yasmin Hemmat is an English teacher from Iran. Her work has appeared in Spillwords, Pikerpress, Ravancage Zine, Literary Hatchet and The Stray Branch.
As the dawn arrives, my soul is drenched in sorrow's rain,
ReplyDeleteIt sheds tears, bestowing melodies upon the boundless sea's domain." All nice work, all of it.