Thousand eagles dot the twilight mountain sky,

All alone I lay on moss to die.

Against a stone,in pairs,  my tears shed

Hour by hour hair grow gray on my hang head;

why against my watery eye, sighing winds, blow the night in?

Despondently  under a thin quilt ,at midnight, I experience a grief keen.

Had I known our parting this way would devastate

I’d have strove to reverse our sorry fate.



3 thoughts on “NOSTALGIA

    1. thank you for your observation, many shy away from giving their honest views, hence a deservice to the artist. you are very brave and kind.give more insightful opinions. thank you

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