The greatest gift a timewinder
Can give is to not give at all
But to let it pass
And exist in
Due age is
Death

At the end, my hand
Nor my fingers trembled as
I grasped her pale neck.

Lovers, forget your quarrels and
Listen to the flower,
The breeze,
The finch’s tune,
And find the love in them.
Breathe
And win the fight within
Yourself
And then, lovers, your
Fight will be
A hundred miles away.

it is an odd thing
to hold someone close and
lose them regardless

12:27 PM
14/9/19