IAmYourBias 277 Posted May 31, 2017 Share Posted May 31, 2017 Nayeon, In the faint rustling of the leaves, I think about you. My pauses are only long because they are deliberate. When I'm done thinking about you the wind hisses like it was in the meadow. When I see you, creation itself seems to pause and harken all around you. You are a pythoness, a conjurer of visions older than the hills-- a siren, an atavistic survivor from the days when the oracles still sounded their grim prophecies for the dubious benefit of heathens who served crueler gods. You are the figure chased by the huntsman on Keats's urn, or Housman's Queen of Air and Darkness not in the ruin of her age but in the bloom of her terrible youth. Yours is the unwise, pitiless, heedless voice of youth itself, of restless passion, of contempt for infirmity and hesitation. That's why I didn't think I was good enough for you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gummybear_dragon 1,695 Posted May 31, 2017 Share Posted May 31, 2017 This actually sounds pleasant. Not bad hunty. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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