The Blue is ever-stretching,
longer than athanasia ,
flowing within
the perpetuity of time.
But it ends,
the failure of my eyesight
is somehow the reason why
the Blue ends -
Somewhere down the horizon...
I lay still in the embrace of a meadow
on the vale of autumn grace,
Astounded by the smell of
An unceasing mortal melody
of my beautiful loneliness.
longer than athanasia ,
flowing within
the perpetuity of time.
But it ends,
the failure of my eyesight
is somehow the reason why
the Blue ends -
Somewhere down the horizon...
I lay still in the embrace of a meadow
on the vale of autumn grace,
Astounded by the smell of
An unceasing mortal melody
of my beautiful loneliness.
3 comments:
The velvety blanket above, people usually call sky, is indeed beautiful, and if the mere day-sight left you so mesmerized, I wonder what you'll say when you look above at the night time! It's magical! :)
Very sweetly expressed!
Love, ~Moonlight~ :)
and thus we live
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