Melancholy Happiness
by Michael Tusa
The sunlight through the window,
hit the plant in such a way.
That I thought to myself,
it might be okay to die.
hit the plant in such a way.
That I thought to myself,
it might be okay to die.
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Beautiful.
Yes, beautiful. And it brought such a strong feeling of familiarity in its telling. Nice.
Nice indeed.
again with the commas...
;-)
I imagine myself buried in one of those forest cemataries and providing food for a gorgeous oak.
Great moment.
I really liked this (and i don't usually go for poetry). The idea is, to me anyway, that one thing makes you think of another, lifts or lowers you.
Yeah, I liked this. I've felt this before.
A well captured moment, thought, glimpse.
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Liked this lots, Michael. *