Nothing last forever; after the time of splendour, the sun fades and hides in the sea. the moon, no sooner arrived at fullness, begins to dwindle again to half, (and this).... the sickness of love often becomes the lightness of dawn.
I’m currently taking a course in Traditional Black&White Photography with a lot of lab/darkroom works, hoping to help reviving this dying art!
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I hear your voice still / As the sun bids farewell / To rest for the lonely night / Embraces my soul, my heart, my everything
I lay myself down / In bed of many summers gone / It sets my heart ablaze / Enshrouds my whole with longing.
Here we are / Lying naked as the earth / Kissing off the memories of unforgiving / It grows back in the rain / Washed-off bleak vivid sadness
Perhaps, / I’ll find the end of the rainbow / And plant each coloured hue / Deep in your bosom
Close my eyes with soft enchantment / At least for the night of sweet remembering.
This magnificence will pass / As it is written / To be ensnared in its own elements and disintegration.