Physical Beauty

…borne by silent wind away.

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Awakening, her perfume breathes the wind, sweet reminiscence,
Bestowed upon her morning’s golden kiss, she blooms, she blushes,
Innocent, O queen in candid gown, silken, enchanting,
Beauty, empress of the bleeding dusk, his heart thy chattel:

Blossoms all to death succumb; remain but blackened fragments borne by silent wind
Away.

“Love” – The Feeling

…naught but dust.

Smouldering, O fruit of married spark and withered branches,
Flickering, like sunrise born anew, life’s breath pervading,
Vehement, to frigid limbs and hearts thy warmth imparting,
Ardour, O inflaming of the blood, O sanest madness:

Life’s breath steals away; the embers’ light to mortal pallor fades,
Leaving naught but dust.

Riches

…end in rust.

Glittering, the heartblood of the earth, O treasure cherished,
Like water-gleam in crevices infused, her vibrant art’ries;
Ornaments, adornments finely wrought and deftly flourished,
Splendour of majesty, sun’s repose, soft light unblemished:

As the starlight ebbs, the moonlight wanes, the sunlight, bleeding, dies,
Thou shalt end in rust.