Melancholy’s Gift

Taking my old friend by the hand,

I lead her to

a refuge by

the pond and we

( melancholy and I ) sit with

all that life has

brought my way and

all that I have

brought to life. When melancholy

departs, she leaves

behind a gift

of poignant grace.

                                             JDG

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