My youthful heart
The old morning sun will not return
Neither will the stars nor the moon of the night
Although, in every morning, when you look out the window
In every summer, there will still be
The fresh fragrance of jasmine
Except, there is something
Already vanished deep in the air
In front of the busy crowded market
Wrapped in the startled receding sunset
Oh my youthful heart!
Never will we meet again
posted by betty chan at 1:03 AM
1 Comments:
betty, the fact my story brought you hope and joy in this time where you needed it gives me such joy in return. you will be able to stand, to walk, to run and fly. you will. be your own love. it's in you.
Love
B
PS you write beauty, life is blooming in you. cherish it.
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