let me whisper the arcana of life

into your delicate ears tonight

before I will go, before I will dry

trace my steps and don’t ask why

meet me in the abandoned yard

do not be afraid, there is no guard

please, remark my beauty

please, feel the bitter scent

do not be lured in the eternal flash

as what you see today

is an evanescent ash

of what tomorrow can only pray

so appreciate my beauty

as it will not last

and recollect the bitter scent

that once, everything will end


“Night is brushed aside like so much cobweb. The day is wound up and begins even before the last haunted dreams, the last of the fog, those spectral and evanescent residues, have faded away.” ― Gregory Maguire, After Alice

Love, D.

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