Today I went to "walk mountain" decipher from cantonese terminology. Is where you pray to your love one's that passed away already, once a year at the cementary. So I was walking pass some gravestones and it inspire me to write something about old love. Its a quirky feeling how old love lasts out modern love. As for love it holds no weight or meaning as it once had such a mundane cliche.
Old Love.
Began together, End together. Weighting more then boulders itself, Older then the oldest tree. Engraved upon ageless stone, Old love. A road of hardship blending sounds of true harmony. With one is with the other, With the other they are one. Withering to time, love unhinged timelessly. Began together, End together.
 Panda Dumpster · Sat Mar 25, 2006 @ 12:29am · 1 Comments |
