one thing about it is that it inevitably fades
while we run
in the mountains
while hands open
to hold
in vain
and hands close
and mouths open gasping for air
and mouths close again in a hopeless kiss
it is not painful
you still laugh
you still believe
your hands pairing in the air
airplanes flying
flowers blooming and dying
but can't you see, my dear?
it faded
May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 7:26 PM UTC
one thing about it is that it inevitably fades
while we run
in the mountains
while hands open
to hold
in vain
and hands close
and mouths open gasping for air
and mouths close again in a hopeless kiss
it is not painful
you still laugh
you still believe
your hands pairing in the air
airplanes flying
flowers blooming and dying
but can't you see, my dear?
it faded