fifteenth of january
the world aches
is in so much pain
perhaps from all the dancing
party-going and binges
designed to make all things
temporarily forgotten
tiny islands go up in smoke
making trees weep
and birds migrate aimlessly
there are arrows flying in the sky
unfortunately not the kind
penetrating a young man’s heart
forever changed to love
it seems to be neither tears
nor laughter that remains
but unforgettable impressions
discovered at most unexpected times
january two thousand eighteen
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This is amazing, my friend. Apologies for my absence. I’m trying to get back into the swing of things.
Thank you very much, Sarah – no worries and, as always, it’s nice seeing you here.
I love this
I love that you do, thank you, Nyx.
You’re welcome
Sometimes, the fact that life goes on is hard to swallow…
yes it is absolutely so