stars
shimmering,
petals
withering.
if night keeps
fleeting
&
butterflies keep
dying.
is life truly worth
living?
—fomalhaut, 050821
YOU ARE READING
Gloomy Days, Serene Nights
Poesiaour 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...
ponder
stars
shimmering,
petals
withering.
if night keeps
fleeting
&
butterflies keep
dying.
is life truly worth
living?
—fomalhaut, 050821
