Scenery is everything

October 11, 2020

It’s beautiful that I get to be sad here.

Even though the breeze doesn’t quite fill the emptiness, it is nice decor.

No the loneliness doesn’t disappear,

but at least here, I am lonely with the crickets.

I can’t help wishing the rocks beneath,

would allow me to sink with them.

Nevertheless, the mirror of stars and glints of lamps on water appeases the eye.

I almost forgot the stars were up there.

Distant and silent, persistent and divine, why is it few care to talk with them.

Let’s have a chat with the stars, I’ll sing to the moon

Why,

Isn’t it beautiful to be sad here.

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