That Melancholy Feeling

Rows of epitaphs casting shadows on the graves
I, singing quietly, feel the tranquility in May
I walk along the pathways reminiscing memories
I stumble on an emerald meadow- among it many trees.

Serenity is breathing a soft and balanced tune
And time dies, left behind us, and now it feels like June
The field has brightened quickly, morphing into striking jade
The melancholy feeling is the one I can’t evade

Regretted turning memories into feelings of remorse
Because I feel the sadness of the loss that was so coarse
I finally felt no hunger; no thirst had then remained,
And time was passing quickly, losing memories I tamed.

The deceased deserve to live, but fairness is a scary game
And every day I quiver from the death of my beloved dame
August passed, September too, and still it felt so glum and blue
I left the field, took one more glance, and felt a feeling of romance

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poem by Sasha Ioffine
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Imp

My eyes perceive a paradigm
I can’t believe the tragedies I’m seeing And could vendetta be a crime?
Revenge of purest sorts I’m dreaming
It looks insane and frank I am about this
That demons bubble in their blood and give the mouth a death kiss
They have a plan: it is to kill This plan involves a hefty deal
The barter from the devil stands
It stands alone, as if unreal
I see the devil. Fiends on streets are walking
Strolling, eating, meeting, talking.
The soul exchanged, a life arranged
And destiny
avenged
For a life that is deranged
A masquerade of demons commences on the streets
The window to the dreadful soul are what all imps will greet
They are among the brave `
Among the weak they lurk as well, Their life is doomed, when they perceive it well
They never stop to wonder “Will the posterity get hurt? ”
From this dreadful question, their eyes quickly avert

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