i ran and ran, up the mountainside
dodging oreads and muses as i cried, and cried.
i wasnt inspirational yet i didnt want to fall
so i found sweet echo, and gave her back her call.
the wind changed her whisper and back down i fled
but nearby, at the river, dear narcissus he bled...
4 comments:
Truly one of the most beautiful things I've read in a long time...your metaphors are stunningly powerful, every word is a gift to the mind. A wonderful poem indeed.
thanks darling! glad you're liking the posts, just popped another one up!
been missing your blog too- i see it's a good as ever!
beautiful post!
Love it!
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