A thousand year of times, Southern river has since dried, Dynasty long gone, Worldly goods no longer remains, Only fragmented memories of the ancient. What was a blink of an eye, Is a thousand-year below...
Every summer’s dawn, I bloom through the twinkle of the night. Every minute, I became less alone for they come and come and little by little I dissolve through a field of me. From east to west, is a mirror of my features. my significance is nowhere to be found. I am blended in mosaic and the sky is my only escape. Why am I made of them? why are they made of me? from colors to shapes, how can someone identify me? here it comes! the majestic hour. the sun has completely surrendered herself to the sea. The palette of colors they made is my favorite frame. I shivered as I feel the whistle of nature. I can see the scenery, clearly. What is this? I can feel warmth and security. the intensity of touch, I am feeling it. he holds on to me. someone hold on to me. I am bewildered by his grip until his precious hold has composed a lullaby to me. I was a construct of nature. I am filled with the winds and waves of my desire and the light of every piece I see. I’ve known my worth from his fingertips. Every memory sips my pigment and moist. I am love till I dry. I am kept until I perish.
I am a flower carrying every ounce of untold sentiments he has, surrounded by phrases that nourish his soul.
I know not every knitty, chubby white skinned, curly bird nested messy haired girl with a cute piglet like face is you but I still catch up with everyone of them just to make sure I don't miss you once again.
I lost my loved one. Never make the one you love feel alone especially when you are there. if you like it do checkout the other ones in my acc. ^_^