Fragile (for the daughter of my mother’s supervisor, who is struggling for life)
“On and on the rain will fall like tears from the stars
On and on the rain will say how fragile we are…”
–Sting “Fragile”
How frightening that this shall happen to people around me…
I really need to write a poem for her, my friend… Farewell!
Dylan Thomas urged his sick father not go gentle into that good night… But if surrendering to peace shall ease your pain, then I won’t block your way and force you to stay…
A young flower just got ready to bloom. And even though it falls before mellowing, the youthful spirit will always remain…
Need time to clarify my chaotic thoughts. I will write an elegy for you, really.
Cat:
- Moody Rants | Time: 9:18 am (UTC+8)
