The love that shimmered
Under starlight
In a lone copse of willow,
The winds do remember their names.
But as seasons change,
the names dissolve.
So does love,
Like dust and other elements.
Under starlight
In a lone copse of willow,
The winds do remember their names.
But as seasons change,
the names dissolve.
So does love,
Like dust and other elements.
2 comments:
So melancholic.
But it corresponds to so many things!
Yes, Melancholia. The state of being and everything within each one of us teaches it at some point of life. Everything else is an illusion that we've weaved to protect ourselves from Melancholia.
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