"Hush now, my angel I will always be with you. In your pretty smile in a glow of tears. Out across the frosty night, I'll be there with you." - by Lasse Lindh
This one song, is such a wonderful masterpiece. The rhythm of soft romance poured in a smooth ballad, a fantasy taste developing within the song itself, along with its capability to spark a vivid imagination in a listener's head; such a majestic song with pure beauty.
However for her, it is a very complicated song.
Yes, despite how the lyrics of the song are mainly designed in butterflies of romance, sought in the hands of lovers, and painted by the dreams of affection, somehow the calm rhythm of the song strangely made her crying without reasons.
It was her first time listening to this song, and her heart was already throbbing at the meaning of the lyrics. But again, it is strange. This song is never about heartbreaks, it is all about a mere love song embracing lovers like a successful serenade by the beach. This song is created out of love, and to melt others with love as well. However, she finds a different emotion within that one song; because the rhythm and flow of the song bring back her memories.
They are beautiful memories,
Or maybe just a beautiful imagination,
A little girl dressed in white dancing on a rooftop,
A rooftop accompanied with bright sparkling fairy lights under the night sky,
A night sky merging with the tiny twinkling stars,
An erased childhood when remembered, might or might not be accidentally contaminated by relived imagination.
It was perhaps the true beauty of the song which easily helped her to remember or imagine things clearly that made her crying. She tried to stop her tears and she laughed knowing that she was making a fool of herself to cry over a song. But at the end she could not help it but to enjoy the colours of the song through tears; this one song is so special and rare that it manages to shed her tears even at the very first time they both met.
-lost memories are so dangerous because when they are recollected once again it is either they are the true memories or just a series of lapses of our past that are already polluted by emotions-
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Tales of A Libra
PoesíaThe author wonders why most of the poems she has read are all about love. Will life be constantly surrounded by love? If yes, why she has not found one? However, suddenly there was a song, and a starry night, that inspired her to write. And follow h...
