When sweet sorrow caress, and
a thousand suns inside are extinguished,
I haggle with myself regarding death:
"Do not despair, for you will die, one day.
Just as you will be raised up,
you will sink down,
one day."
"What is pain?" the king would say.
"Even this shall pass away."
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC
When sweet sorrow caress, and
a thousand suns inside are extinguished,
I haggle with myself regarding death:
"Do not despair, for you will die, one day.
Just as you will be raised up,
you will sink down,
one day."
"What is pain?" the king would say.
"Even this shall pass away."
