Waiting For Fantasy

 Another gloomy endless night

Solitude has overtaken me,

Covering me like a shield from the rains of hail

Misery! What have you done to me!

My pocket is filled up with misery

Like a full bucket till the brim;

With blood flowing from my eyes

 As if, in a search of a star in sight.

Melody of the pure carnation

Sweet, pleasant and soothing,

Like winds of these lowly heights

Where a view imprints a memory of sighs!

My long lasting summer that it seemed to be,

Though I cannot wait for another one of these blends

That, I unintentionally call: a fantasy.


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