believe
that when the sun rises in the east, your lips would part to exclaim hallelujah to the clouds, so that the God above could pause in His work to intertwine people's paths and hear your raspy voice, shouting for joy for a brand new day.
believe
that when your bleeding bare feet lead you to your fate, you would never cease to question why the world came to be, or why some people dislike the flowers decorating your mind, or why you have to cut down brambles and branches in order to move forward.
believe
that when your limbs guide you home, you would feel the euphoria rushing through your veins, as if you finally found a way to move on, to turn over a new leaf, so that the things that had once left you hanging on thin thread, will cease to be.
believe
because the world is full of tainted people, misplaced into the crowds of misfits, hands filled with fading constellations; you will be the hopeful one among the rest, and that, my dear friend, will lead you to your place in this temporary life.
黄昏時
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dusk
Poetry❛she was golden sun among fading constellations.❜ © clarenthine 2017 cover © XEHUN-
