a great wind rises
A great wind rises,
and the spring is gone in a moment.
The breeze that kissed your lips just yesterday
fades away like stars in the morning.
My heart, I give to you:
who has spent his entire life forging silver cages for the travellers
that pause here,
for a rest.
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Ephemeral Obscurity
Poetry❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in what...
