MÉLÒÓMÉLÒÓ? (How Many Shall I Count?)
Under the oak tree_
Comes love from our hearts.
You love me and I love you too.
My treasures were the foundation_
For this love needed be nursed.
The days of dearth came knocking_
A guest, a landlord_
Till the brass tracks of our love
Collided with the aged sun
And kissed the ground.
At the dawn of hardship_
Our relationship turned friendship_
Before the rising of the sun_
You killed all the ship in humanity
As my hands were deep in my pocket.
News of tragic Romeo filled your ears_
You crawled out like a vanquished lion
To the bosom of love under the bridge.
You left my heart shattered_
With dreams of our morrow
Dangling in the swing of my heart.
You left my mouth ajar_
For words struggle in my vocal.
I became a victim of love_
Whose morrow is sealed with pain.
This is the chronicle of my tales_
To be told in the paradise of moonlight
When eventide assume its post.
I stand at bay watching_
Learning the language of my ink_
Learning how to handle my pen 🖋
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