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by Mortal Utopia Nov 20, 2017
Your voice was like the autumn wind,
warm and soft – soft enough to melt into tears
and to fall like rain amongst the pianist’s arpeggios.
It was a world of whispered thoughts:
melodious, refrained, enigmatic.
It was a world only three minutes in length,
ending too soon –
like that time when reality faded too soon
and I just kept on wishing
Time would forget about itself
and smile with us
for the rest of eternity.
This is so beautiful. Had to nominate...
Mortal Utopia, some things are so beautiful that they hurt, like this piece.