Longing is an ache,
walking a lonely path,
covered with fallen leaves.
Longing is steel,
shackled to my feet,
painting red the shadows of eves.
Longing is a faded fragrance,
riding the autumn wind,
on wings of a tired butterfly.
Longing is a poison,
a floating black swan,
singing softly, a sad lullaby.
Longing is a darkness,
lurking behind shadows,
tainting the brightness of each day.
Longing is a fear,
of the known and the unknown,
apprehension of doom, black and grey.
https://shehryarkhawar.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/abandoned-monastic-school-shadows-favim-com-474994.jpg is a wonderful photo which brought me here from Google image search:
I assume the photo is yours?
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No I am afraid not. I just borrowed it
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You made a nice selection to share even if it’s borrowed.
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Thank you
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That same photo brought me here as well! 😀
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Glad I m matchmaking
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