melancholy haunts me
a twisting and listing
mystery of unknowing
only seeing
the past tuck its beak
beneath a moonlit wing
and sing
for all the fine things
denied me
and i wonder what portion
of this longing
is my doing
~
© M.G. Iannucci 2019
Art: Smeared Sky
Ah! the questioning –
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Always…
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Love the ending, to a great piece!
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