Here is a riddle to be woven into dreams:
Why do blossoms hold their perfume
Now that love has lost its bearing
And fear dons its corona at the helm of all we’ve lost?
Why do birds compose new melodies to acclaim the toil of tempests that make dragon roars seem nothing more than flickers in the wind?
Why do stars still dance fandangos as the world erupts in anguish?
Why do crickets hum their lullabies despite Hiroshima rains?
Why do dawns insist on painting skies the colours of Matisse?
Why does music hold the key to any magic that remains?
For you and I my love
For you and I
For you and I
(mish 2017)
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 4:04 AM UTC
Here is a riddle to be woven into dreams:
Why do blossoms hold their perfume
Now that love has lost its bearing
And fear dons its corona at the helm of all we’ve lost?
Why do birds compose new melodies to acclaim the toil of tempests that make dragon roars seem nothing more than flickers in the wind?
Why do stars still dance fandangos as the world erupts in anguish?
Why do crickets hum their lullabies despite Hiroshima rains?
Why do dawns insist on painting skies the colours of Matisse?
Why does music hold the key to any magic that remains?
For you and I my love
For you and I
For you and I
(mish 2017)