Somewhere an old man dies
And a child is born
Mellifluous is the sound of his cries
To the ears of his mother
It's the start of a new life
An year later the child exclaims
Ah look! it's a butterfly
The wind blowing carries the butterfly to the sea...
Love. Hopeless, cruel love. Showing dreams of us when distance prevails.
In this night when on the mountains it hails, You do I call for. Yet your shadows remain far, Where the sun lies with heat more.
With a heavy heart I wish upon the shooting star. I see it between moving clouds in the dead of night. And when you don't show, my wishes leave unforgettable scars.
Why do I love when I know it's of no use? I have prisoned my heart in cages crafted by my own hands. How do I break out of them? I have no clue.
Is it when you love me back? Unlikely as it sounds, Or is it when I realize my love for you I lack?
What is true? What is not? I am close to you so the time is now. To meet me in the ranges where the sun refuses to be hot.
No waves, no heat, no greens. Away from our cities I stand. My love, it is in your hands to let my heart heal.
Come hither, on heights of snow, Where the fairies are said to live. In the midst of sparks I stand waiting to be whole.
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Not my best work but I felt it so I wrote it. I think there might be one more addition to the Tale of Two Cities though I'm not sure yet.
Let me know how you guys liked this one!
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