The Withered Joy.

Wednesday, December 04, 2013

Thy look seduced me,
On the day thee are shown,
in thou I see hope,
a hope of eternal life,
that brings fiesta to thine heart and mine.

Thy soul accompanied me,
from the rise of the first summer,
Laughter do it shared,
between the blooming flower and thy butterfly,
who spread it beauteous wing.

playful butterfly disappearing in the thin air of time,
thy heart lost it way,
who make the weeping comes by,
the end of autumn came early,
where the blooming flower,
turned itself withered,
by the terse of joy.

Original Idea work by Douglas Ivan Shim Vui Yen
4th of December 2013, 01:54:30

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