Again No Joy Awaits Me
Again no joy awaits me
after having known
how fate sways thoughts
and makes one surrender quickly
without any words of regret;
can one be persuaded with a threat?
Again no joy awaits me
after the deceitful lines are read:
would rebellion change anything?
Which is the strongest adversary:
destiny or death? Have you fought
with one of them without falling facedown?
Again no joy awaits me
after the lonely dreams
turned into complete dust
losing all their magic,
putting an end to another dream,
to all I deemed was conceivable!
Again no joy awaits me
after the crimson evening sets sky
and ocean aglow; how lonely
is the golden dandilions' field
resembling the soft hair of Angelica,
but more sorrowful is her grieving soul!
Written on 8/3/2020
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