A fine rain was falling,
and the landscape was that of autumn.
The sky was hung with various shades of gray,
and mists hovered about the distant mountains –
a melancholy nature.
The leaves were falling on all sides
like the last illusions of youth
under the tears of irremediable grief.
Every landscape is, as it were,
a state of the soul,
and whoever penetrates into both is astonished
to find how much likeness there is in each detail.”
~Henri Frederic Amiel from The Amiel Journal
What is melancholy
at first glance
when studied up close.
It isn’t all sadness~
there is solace in knowing:
the landscape and my soul
share an inner world of tears.
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