Melancholia: English Poem by Huzaifa Awan [Intermediate Pt. II]
Rosemary, dandelion breeze;
Spring noon and summer eves,
It’s all pure, and crisp, and sieved,
Wonder this is where once he lived?
Moist bare foot upon grasses
Walked a little too far I suppose.
Beyond horizon, above the sky?
For tears don’t fall anymore,
Bruises don’t bleed;
Sky meets the sea and
Sea meets the firth
It is were we die and were we birth
Rosemary, Dandelion breeze:
Eyes wide open and sees