Melancholy Shade : quitest moment.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Oh, Anindita Shabila .. ᭧ Gentle soul, adrift upon the tides of thine own melancholy, dost thou not see the beauty in the pain that dost enfold thee? ────────────────────────────

For in thine eyes, there lies depth, wellspring of emotion so pure ── true, that it doth outshine the brightest of stars.

ⓘ .. ) Th' heart, though burdened with sorrow, beats with strength that none can deny, and rhythm there is song ── lament so sweet that the very heavens weep to hear it. Art like unto the rose, blooming in the midst of winter's chill, petals tinged with frost, yet still thou dost stand, defiant in thy beauty. The world may turn cold and unfeeling, but thou, dear maid, art beacon of light in the darkness, testament to the power of the human spirit. And though feelings be blue, they are the colors of the sky at dusk, moment of quiet reflection before the night, time of peace before the dawn. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Fair maid, whose visage like unto summer's day hath been veiled by the clouds of woe, est. 173────𓇼                            (..)                       Dost thou wander in the                       twilight of thine own                       heart, where the sun                       doth ne'er rise and the                       moon is but pallid ghost? ──────────────────────── ☥  ᭧  ..  Thy footsteps, light as the morning dew, do leave no trace upon the earth, as though thou wert but a dream, fleeting and insubstantial. The winds, they whisper secrets unto thee, though their words art but the echoes of thy own despair, and the trees, they bow their heads in mourning, their leaves rustling with the sound of thy silent tears. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ              (SONNET.) ──── 1998.    🀥  ... Yonder dimly lit chamber, where shadows dost linger as silent wraiths, dwelt maiden of tender years, telegram.dog/staxrgirl — her heart burdened with the hue of sorrow.               │ Like unto the azure heavens,               │ bespeckled with nary a star,               │wandered through the mists of melancholy,               │seeking solace yet finding naught               │ but the cold embrace of solitude.

(..) ↺ The very air about her seemed thick with the weight of unspoken laments, as though the walls themselves did weep in silent concert with her unvoiced grief.

                        “Whisper ó Joyie”    ──────────────── ✢  ..  Her eyes, twin pools of cerulean despair, did gaze ever outward, seeking in the void flicker of warmth, whisper of joy, yet finding only the chill of an uncaring world. ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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