Legends of the Poet's诗欣赏
The gentle breeze, cold and still,
the moon's soft silhouette in the distance.
The flowers of beauty are scattered, red blooded in their embrace,
a sorrow that falls with each step.
And the soft whispers that echo far away,
a melody that weaves its way into our hearts.
I carry a single light, a shadowy figure,
hiding behind me to cast my light upon you.
As if I were playing an instrument, a delicate violin,
in whose melody I find my place and my heart.
The sound of this song is heavy and hollow,
a sorrow that weaves its way into our lives.
But the true beauty comes in the form of tears,
the joy that flows from their absence.
As we walk through those seasons of separation,
we remember one thing for all time: the love that binds us.
And as we return to the land where the stars dance,
I find myself in the center of a dance I never imagined.
The silence is not long-lived; it becomes a melody.
The noise is not always harsh, but it is always present.
As we weave our way through these endless threads,
a love that transcends all bounds.
For what is this thing? What binds us all together?
It is not words or thoughts, it is more than just sounds.
A bond of silence that grows stronger each day,
the memory of your presence in the quiet hours.
So let us move forward into these seasons where time does not dictate fate,
for love will take its place on a pedestal of its own.
For in this quiet moment, we find our way to ourselves,
in a land where the stars are still and they call their names.
Let us close those eyes that have long since closed them,
and let us allow ourselves to be in this silence,
where we can see beyond the pain and the loss.
For love is not a fleeting thing; it must last forever.
It is a bond that we make together, and it is stronger than any road we ever travel.
For love is not about what happens, but who we are.
And for us, this is all that matters.
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