Melancholy’s Arms

on a sun kissed autumn



along a leave dressed country


bare branches sun bathe

on trees partially nude

listening to Ludovico Einaudi


melancholy’s arms

warms my heart

stretching back to childhood

summer days

happy days shadowed by

unknown truths

now I know

nothing is only black and white

but the drive is so


at this every moment

life is absolutely delicious


By Paolo Michell


About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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