Under the Moon
Endless filling, endless void, a cycle so grim,
When will fate allow last song, so hymn?
A step away feels miles apart,
My heart can’t voice “present,” a broken art.
See, beneath the sky, lovers in embrace entwined,
Swallows journey back to warmth, nature’s signed.
In night’s deep veil, someone picks the lotus still,
Some hearts stop from sorrow, lost the will.
Posted by Wantsong on Saturday, June 15, 2024