Strolling through the path
Amidst the tall trees,
I cherish the cool breeze
And admire the moon,
Because it shines light on the path,
This dark and beautiful illusion
Has a gloomy conclusion.
Hope I become the moon one day
And help travelers through their way.
So that they could too.
Die a peaceful death.
— purpose.
YOU ARE READING
An ako Mirasol
PoetryReal life isn't neatly divided into a sequence of stories where each one has definite end. So, the question of whether or not real life has happy endings is moot. It really just depends... which moment you want to call it "endings".
