When states collapse, there is sadness.
Fading of arts is sad as well.
Sadness is in wars and disasters,
In the tranquility of Autumn
And in the singing of constellations.
The sadness of Prince Exupery’s
‘Little Prince’ was deep and genuine,
So was Wordsworth’s when sad
And pensive he lay on his couch.
When the evening breeze blows gently,
There is sadness.
When the sick man prays ardently,
There is sadness.
When the palm tree in full bearing is cut,
There is sadness.
When sages sing songs sweet,
There is sadness.
Sadness is in the violin,
In the solitary wine bottle,
In the broad
midnight
In lovers’languishing,
In couples’ longing
And in the rose
That blooms and dies.
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Beautiful poem.