'It was the time of summer when wounds heal slowly,
Beautiful the world, and beautiful my desires.'
Summer, Spring, Autumn,
the times of our lives, full, and full of longing.
Summer, Spring and Autumn, the seasons of hell.
Winter, when time stood still for us. & north was a star high above the world, the high desire, the darkness of the soul gathering the moments of love that were apportioned to it. and in the night, these words were true. Second-order desires are not a forgetting, but a deepening.Our circles, broken by the hand of fate. hold on, b fades, soars... 
2 comments:
who wrote the poem you quoted? :-)
john riley.
why?
hello! :-)
b.
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