I never held her head between my hands,I grabbed at mist and caught myself,Heavily falls he who has never had a fall,And I fell harder than a boulder into an ocean.Now, till she comes, loneliness... Poor me, Poor me! from hour to hour The heat of love scorches my heart,But she my mind holds dear…
Suddenly years have gone by.Clear is the water flowing down mountains,As it was back then,Grass that was cut has grown again,To reclaim its shape, again,But you, amid this scene, have changedYou were unmarried when I left,We flirted, we could have been,But now several children surround you,Asking me, Who I am.
Does not every season prove That all leaves hit the ground? Does not every rocket launch show That what goes up must come down?The rope snaps, the pitcher falls,Trees, men -- they rise and decay.Nothing is endless, This is what nature teaches us, Yet, looking at her now, her long hair, her dark eyes-- I…
All this, everything that moves in this moving world,What is it in the face of YOU?Just erasable writing on a board,Just tears fallen in a pool.
It's a kiss I missed, a kiss I should have caught.But I let it slip, and I let the moment pass.And now all I've got is a memory of a path not takenAnd my mind, to imagine all it could have led to.
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