Blue Sadness

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Blue Sadness and ruins in night forest

Blue Sadness

Blue sadness is in the delicate scent and subtle aroma of candied violets
It is in the dusk of the autumnal season when the foliage descends in the form of soft auburn rain
The sweetness of beautiful memories intertwines the bitterness of squalid flashbacks
A deafening silence surrounds the coldness of ruthless instants
When the past is well aware of its resolute grip in the mind
The relentless routine of nightmares is eager and impressive
The constant turmoil of visions and thoughts besets the aimless and powerless soul
Wandering in the lost patterns of the deprivation of rationality
Once it is not essential anymore to disclose merits
No award can replace the ethereal virtues
A cruel corruption tames the innocence of the unconsciousness
Blue sadness unveils the enchantment of the dreams
Dreaming is the only anchor which saves the fragility of the innocence
The soul navigates through the imperils of this existence
Like a tiny and frail vessel in a stormy ocean
And so the restless turmoil of the emotions and ideas can refrain forever
In the sacred relics of an honoured devotion to a buried past
Blue sadness will always be an unexpected twist in a secret treasure chest.
Esther Racah

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I am an Italian-Israeli literary blogger and poet. I have a PhD in Physics, and I am a former researcher in Astroparticle Physics. I am fluent in 5 languages: Italian, English, French, Spanish and Hebrew. Previously, I had studied Ancient Greek and Latin. Books, literature, poetry, and art are some of my passions.
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