As silence is all you gave me,
For the poetry I whispered;
I must tell you now :
That love trembles,asprawl
In my garden of mist;
Awaiting a final silence,
To pass away.
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2 comments:
i like the last stanza a lot. there is a lot of imaginative beauty to it. :)
Life is transient, and love, if a part of it must be so too, I suppose.
Silence can be rather comforting. You learn to understand the absence of sound and revel in the loss of feeling.
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