i blew the dandelions,
i watched the time pass by...
so identical yet so different.
both gradually vanish as
i watch them,
both fly faraway no matter
how i chase them.
however, dandelions are much
more beautiful to watch
when they disperse,
while time fleets away as i stare at it
with streaming tears.
there are moments that i'm longing to forget
and moments that i want to experience
until my last breath.
dandelions...
time...
the two sides in one dime.
—fomalhaut, 041421
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Gloomy Days, Serene Nights
Poetryour mind is like the winter. cold, matured, senesced, rational and silent. our heart is like the summer. warm, innocent, vernal, vehement and vibrant. they are polar opposites. however, when we write, those two are fused. the heart be the faucet o...
