Parting:
I should have cried,
Should have opened the splendor to parting’s arm;
I should have died…
Before her melancholy turns into dreaming;
She should have tried...
Making me her breath;
She should have died…
When to leave is all her being.
I would have to glide…
Have to be caressed by the sunset.
She doesn’t have to collide…
Does not have to see me soaring;
I should have seen the day’s pride.
For the many odd starlight’s gleaming;
I should have seen her that night,
Before she left me forever waiting;
Would I have to die…
Before she starts crying?
Would I have to cry…
When every star craves for our parting?
Friday, February 29, 2008
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