Notes on a Blue Guitar
George Freek

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​Men will seek solace
from their burden of grief
in utopian dreams
to face the bitter wind,
in which dead leaves blow,
when snow falls implacably
and life turns
and turns again, without
knowing where to go.
Nature knows nothing of this.
Yes, nature has its beauty,
providing us with
some temporary bliss,
like a calm moment
in a tempestuous sea,
but tonight, it’s
a song of mourning,
that could be the end of me.