The sadness of the old departed souls
The sadness of the old departed souls
and the memories they left behind
is like an infinite unfathomable sea of sorrows
which you never can get out of or away from,
as it constantly will drag you down
to reunite with absent friends associating with their ghosts
and celebrating common memories of happier times
when you were all in your comeuppance
with the freshness, beauty, splendour, vigour,
energy, resourcefulness and splendid expectations of your youth
with all its dashing possibilities without an end,
when all the world was beautiful and full of opportunities;
while now the only breath of it remaining is old ghosts
of melancholy beauty but of a kind that never will diminish
but only grow the more in everlasting fascinating glory of a beauty
that will only grow the more in precious power
for its everlasting charm of infinite invaluable costliness.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2025-02-18 at 16:33
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