The Dust of Autumn

davidsmith208
Feb 20, 2018
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Blossom season has come, yet who can explain there must be someone - Why has the dust of autumn covered the mirror of spring. I, too, walked the path explored by the rationalists: The wayfarers were half asleep, their guides wandering lost. How could I fear losing my way? Why dread the wilderness? My longing for you will guide me, your remembrance be my companion. More sublime than beauty's charm is the light of love. Beauty lights her court, love is a lamp on the common road. Now what will happen to my heart, already in shambles. My eyes implore, she stays self-absorbed. Love’s Last Madness Darshan Singh

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