The Melancholic Muse

When the Autumn was agonistic, you were there to hold my hands and take me into the deserted woods.. When the Spring was sadistic, you were there to walk along with me beneath the night sky with the Orion as the witness of our forlorn love, When the Summer was surreal, you were there to whisper carelessly into my sinister heart, When the Winter was wrecking, you were there to carry my tired corpse on your over burdened shoulders in this ailing world…
When I was falling, you were there to reassure tranquility even in that eerie silence gripping around us….
P.S – I wouldn’t have existed without you caressing my soul on those dark and distressed nights…

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