sun, don’t touch me yet.
winter’s pain still lingers strong
in darkness I dwell
…
with melancholy on me
I don’t want your warm embrace
Poetry is my aeroplane
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Poetry is my aeroplane 
Sad yet beautiful.
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I love this poem and the refrain within it. As much as summer is coming, winter has it’s comfort. There is always so much mysterious and hope within darkness. Then again, when there’s light we get to see what really is around us for what it is. Hope you are well, Andy 🙂
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haha – ‘for what it is indeed’ at times it can be a pain eh. Thanks Mabel 🙂 I love reading your comments 🙂
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I love this.
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Thank you Miss Book Thief, I am glad you enjoyed it and very happy that you took the time to read it 🙂
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My pleasure. 🙂
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👍👍👍
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🙂
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The darkness of melancholy is cold and freezing. I hope the warmth of summer sun, in tryst with time, will light up the dark soul… time is the best healer, we all know… 🙂
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indeed it is Maniparna 🙂
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Yes, our inner state effects our response to outer happenings. You have beautifully captured it
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Thank you for your kind comment Sir. I appreciate your visit 🙂
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Fabulous Andy. Loved it.
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Thank you, I am very glad you enjoyed reading.
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