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Melancholy
David Taub |
Sweet melancholy - memories -
As half-asleep - drift like a breeze.
So clear like cloudless sceneries
of boats that bob on waveless seas,
untouchable - a haunting tease.
Drift aimless through my childhood years -
How strange that I recall no tears,
but only times - (each one appears
so vividly, then disappears)
as though I knew no childhood fears.
How strange these feelings - soft and deep -
A happiness that bids me weep!
I see old ghosts in this half-sleep
yet each of them - their distance keep
Do they remember me?
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