In a green expanse,
I am the prolonged fall that never touches the ground
A bottomless pit
The most accurate painting ever made
Beautiful to the eye, tender to the touch,
Makes you feel everything
But nothing in it fills your comprehension
As a vision under the pale moonlight
A silhouette
Takes the shape of the reflected light
Life not yet lived
Wisdom not yet expressed
A beautiful song with only two melodic lines
A Kiss on the forehead with a bittersweet taste
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
In a green expanse,
I am the prolonged fall that never touches the ground
A bottomless pit
The most accurate painting ever made
Beautiful to the eye, tender to the touch,
Makes you feel everything
But nothing in it fills your comprehension
As a vision under the pale moonlight
A silhouette
Takes the shape of the reflected light
Life not yet lived
Wisdom not yet expressed
A beautiful song with only two melodic lines
A Kiss on the forehead with a bittersweet taste
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