A thousand summers
And a sunlit hill
Has not known
Such a flower
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You speak the language of sadness with eloquence and grace. Such beauty needs no translation. Warm regards, Sandra
the anguish is clearly presented here. nice read, Uriah -Tailor
Oh so true Uriah....I just watched House of the flying Daggers! A modern Japanese style Romeo and Juliet, they had the same problem, and it you attempt to remove the knife, you die for sure! There is nothing worse than being without the one you love, without a doubt...Tai
Being without the one you love is like a perpetual seeping wound from that wedged knife Uriah. I am sure she would agree, if she loves you, to say no would be silly. As to that last line! Ouch....don't I just know it? a brit expression. If you get much more melancholy than this, we will all need a knife....just jesting...smiling at you, Tai