Season of Melancholy

In an inattentiveness moment, smile was snatched from our lips, and all despair of the world hugs us and sculptured scratches of anger on our pale foreheads, and draw grooves of melancholy on our hearts. Anguish, distress and all their synonyms befriend us, and swear to chase us wherever we go. Clouds of pain jammed on our skies, and almost leave sparks of happiness’ sun burnish our dusky days. Heat of hope that gives meaning to our life lows down, but we still try, as possible, to keep our deep senses warm to avoid freeze of a merciless snowy storm of hopelessness that will definitely end our last chance of survival.