[Mind] shrine
I wonder……
What is left when one’s too sad to cry?
Half a year had passed,
Yet, when we met on the platform that day,
The sense of familiarity still emptied my soul.
The tenderness I used to hold to,
Had now become pure cruelty.
The foliage lying quietly in my book,
Witnessed our naivety.
The frameless photos on the wall,
Used to be the token of our vow.
For the love of my life,
The faded rose petal and withered nerve,
Shall sing a silent song of eternal love in my treasured box.
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