" What shall be the day's farewell whisperings to night,

Ere Sun's farewell whisperings to day's gentlest sight.

I havest listened to it many times,...

Standing in the shores in twilights.

At last I understand,

Every farewell whisperings hast the same soul ever;

Not other than the soul of love that sayth farewell never. "

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Scattered



Let my heart to erupt,
So could the love filled,
Flood out to cure my pain;
As sea leaves her pain in flood,
Embracing the shores.
Let my soul to be scattered;
So could thoughts of you
Bound together to me
Fly aloft to the ether to make my soul calm;
As if body seeks calmness in death.
May the eyes of mine be famine;
So shalltnot I have tears to course;
As a tree with no leaves
to shun in autumn.
Better was to take my heart out
And to screw it on the
Sword of your blaming words,
Despite allowing me
To keep it within my left chest
And burning me alive.

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