Sad and Laughing.
I am standing.
Gaze at the ornate Sun and on the dusk blanket
I'm falling in love.
In the beauty that stretches broad
I fell longing.
At the beauty of the twilight sky that began to fall.
And I'm still standing.
Stare closely at the horizon line.
The longitudinal one.
He is like the painter's lines.
And I began to confuse myself.
As the sun becomes more and more.
I began to recognize a meaning of separation.
Even though I never knew a meeting.
And as the beauty of the twilight falls.
I shed tears.
Cry for a farewell.
As the sun becomes more and more.
I began to recognize a meaning of separation.
Even though I never knew a meeting.
And as the beauty of the twilight falls.
I shed tears.
Cry for a farewell.
This last stanza of your poem gets me teary-eyed for some reason. Thanks for sharing. ^_^
...and your insight to the poem has also caught someone's attention.
Thank you for dropping by his wall. I've learnt little if not a lot.