alone
in the dying sunlight
a fallen girl
who allowed herself to dream.
although she knew better.
now she waits
almost patiently
for the darkness to take root
to grow
around and inside her
once again.
she wonders
almost as an afterthought
why she had forgotten what she had always known:
Happiness is transient.
“Happiness is transient”
…
And expectation is sorrow
indeed.
Sigh…yes, it is…and how well you say it!
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Beautiful.
Thank you!
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer (Albert Camus) ❤