I stand before you, open and bare,
A hollow heart, nothing left there.
In my soul, there’s an emptiness vast,
But I’m glad it was pure, while it last.
My love was like snow, soft on the bough,
Silent and pure — though it fades now.
With the first light of dawn, it will part,
And I, too, will go, like snow from the heart.
Fab4t
2024-11-11 21:41:04 +0000 UTCMaxence Michel Rieff
2024-11-11 20:26:55 +0000 UTC