Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

of melody and mystery

22 March 2014

 

 

There is sadness

in melody,

in songs we sung,

in ones left unsung.

 

There is melancholy

in remembering,

memories we made,

others we never begun.

 

There is longing

never satisfied,

for all we did,

and all we left undone.

 

There is mystery

in love,

how little we’ve known,

how vast the unknown.

 

 

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22 March, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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