Oh, how in our declining years
We love tenderlyer and superstitiouslyer
Shine, shine, farewell light sheer
Of last love, evening dawn!
Half the sky is enveloped in shadow,
Only in the west, does a radiance wander,
Linger, linger, evening day, show
Longer, long, enchantment. longer!
Let the blood in our veins grow thin,
But tenderness in our hearts never wanes...
Oh, you, last love! You’re sad motive,
You are both bliss and despair. at once…
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
Offline) - Published: October 17th, 2025 15:05
- Category: Love
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Comments1
A poem that speaks of how the body grows old but the spirit and mind do not. Lovely
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