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Melancholy Sighhh

    Strangely contented is this poignant hour

    deep in the cushions of the songless night,

    where your discovered lack of power

    to rise, or think, or give sleep the fight

    locks all emotion in a distant bower.

    Serendipity was always my serenity

    seeking to loose the hold of passions

    moving in with this new identity

    breaking free of all the fashions

    knowing love is our only fraternity.

    Max S 1996