Posthumous

A melancholic birdsong
Sung at twilight
Sings of the waning Day,
The coming Dark.
Profound yet indefinable.
Profoundly ineffable.

The joy within the melancholy.

[inspired by page one of Chopin’s Nocturne 20 in C# minor (posthumous). We’ll see what page 2 brings.

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