My sorrows and me, we have a secret love affair, when there is no one around, we meet under the cherry blossom tree, behind the brook, between the two breaths . In the evenings, when the sorrow is done with its daily ritual of mourning , and is tired of weeping, then it puts on the red dress, groom itself wearing the shawl of musk, a red rose, and it dance its way over to meet me, singing the song played on the notes of tears.
I have fallen in love with it, I no longer can feel any pain, in fact, I have started to enjoy the soft touch of melancholy, an evening of painful romance with sorrow is deeply touching, it takes me to the hidden rooms of my being, where no one can take me, there I find the lost pieces of my being scattered. I need those pieces to complete my reflection, so I can see my real face.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJ6wOU4ohRg&list=PL5641368022CAE6FF
AK
Jan 15, 2014
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