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MELANCHOLY
A moment’s slip, A wayward thought, A loose remark, A mind distraught; A trust unkept, A mocking smile, Too probing eyes, A glance agile; These all surface, When doubts arise And surely cause The love’s demise. Feeling sorry When all is gone, When light is past And dark has grown, Will just cause more Of dejection. What use is now Introspection? The more you think Of your Shelley, More will be your Melancholy. * Written in 4-4-4-4 format. * Initially written as entry no. 356850 (now deleted) in "LOVE POEMS" * Showcased in Romance / Love Newsletter dated 14 April 2010. M C Gupta 28 Dec. 2004
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