I remember,
there was a time;
the triumph for our kind
when we were still fine:
a heaven-sent rhyme.
I remember,
there was a time;
when our rhyme
was no more
than a yore: heaping
our seams of bore.
I remember,
the heaven-sent rhyme
that was, is now no more;
for neither you nor me
can never leave love be.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 4:24 AM UTC
I remember,
there was a time;
the triumph for our kind
when we were still fine:
a heaven-sent rhyme.
I remember,
there was a time;
when our rhyme
was no more
than a yore: heaping
our seams of bore.
I remember,
the heaven-sent rhyme
that was, is now no more;
for neither you nor me
can never leave love be.
(*) inspired by Ludovico Einaudi's "Ancora" (2014)
