Sweet recalling of best times,
Digging up all memories
Vivid remnants passing by
Kill the prejudice for real
…and you're spellbound by May's charms
Inhaling softness of the breeze
A butterfly upon your arm
Keeps the secret of the apple-trees.
Сrystal drops of sacred tears
Are scattered over blackened sky
Sparkling dots in cold light years
Forewarning greet you ere night ride
For Thee, my precious, I do dwell
Thy heart is mine, eternally unclosed
Love's just like an old cold well
Sometimes like doorless course.
When I was a young man, I had liberty, but I did not see it. I had time, but I did not know it. And I had love, but I did not feel it. Many decades would pass before I understood the meaning of all three...
A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory.
Eternally looking for inspiration deep inside myself and nature.
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