Bittersweet.
It lies not in the wistful glimmer of the thread-like moon,
But in noticing when it dulls and when it brightens,
And realising it no longer shines to you.
The withering breeze chills and dampens,
The wafting fragrance warms and sweetens.
Knowing that light need not shine through me to reach you,
I celebrate in the lonely darkness,
As I grieve under the gentle glow.
Bittersweet.
wise words from a wise man. indeed we must know when to leave and cherish even when we don't have the spotlight on us
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