Sunday, 31 July 2016


Some winds had never
Caressed these hairs so tight.
Some fires had never
Burned this rage so high.
Some hands had never
Seen such stillness so close.
Some skies had never 
Lightened up so bright.

I say 

So long to melancholy,
I wave you goodbye.
This world is not done
And neither am I.

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