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Among, but not within.
Among love, I walk. Through a forest of empty trees
of detachment And of apathy/ By the struggle and the strife-
This world dances in its bygone heatwave breeze.
A single flower colored by the days dim hour
Something delicate, but shining like steel
Among love inhaling the riverside
The scent of sweetness of the rain to come
The river lapping- On moss. On root. On stone. A place to lie.
To forget that part of me/ To hope, yet know.
The moonset, the sunrise, the sunset and the moonrise a thousand times.
it was a passing, like calendar lines.
Among love, but not within, yet to be a part-
walking side by side my kin
To wander in the midnight air, and look upon the earth and not despair
For being among love is enough to fill my heart
of detachment And of apathy/ By the struggle and the strife-
This world dances in its bygone heatwave breeze.
A single flower colored by the days dim hour
Something delicate, but shining like steel
Among love inhaling the riverside
The scent of sweetness of the rain to come
The river lapping- On moss. On root. On stone. A place to lie.
To forget that part of me/ To hope, yet know.
The moonset, the sunrise, the sunset and the moonrise a thousand times.
it was a passing, like calendar lines.
Among love, but not within, yet to be a part-
walking side by side my kin
To wander in the midnight air, and look upon the earth and not despair
For being among love is enough to fill my heart
Published 10th Aug 2019
| Edited 12th Oct 2019
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19th Jan 2020 5:05am
Incredible feeling and beauty, Tristitude! Awesome! Miss seeing you around here
1st Feb 2020 4:39am
17th Mar 2020 11:06am
Dear T,
This piece, fir me, is a wonderful reflection of knowing how it feels to be in love or loved but not quite giving into it. Walking along side of but not being engulfed by the ups and downs of the mess of love. It’s a safe place to be at any rate. This is a very touching piece that rings of old world charm sorely missed. Well done.
H🌷
This piece, fir me, is a wonderful reflection of knowing how it feels to be in love or loved but not quite giving into it. Walking along side of but not being engulfed by the ups and downs of the mess of love. It’s a safe place to be at any rate. This is a very touching piece that rings of old world charm sorely missed. Well done.
H🌷
