When solemn darkness encroaches upon fair, hapless daylight; the bright bloom of your flower faded, and you are summoned away to the distant beyond, I pray you... Bid not tarry here in this lonesome glade. Rather, go hence in the comeliness of poised resignation. The memory of your lovely blush will linger as the sweet fragrance in the hush of a fruited valley. Come evening twilight, the sun, in his splendor, will also have faded, beckoned by the distant beyond... though contented that he will ascend again in magnificence upon another’s dawning. But you, fondest flower of the morning, will remain only until the moon and stars loom in the somber night sky. The nightingale will sing his farewell benediction; then you will live again forever... as a remembrance.
Reason for writing:
Kahlil Gibran's book, THE PROPHET
Birth sign: Cancer
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