Mourning over the Beard



A loyal lover mourning over her beloved, sitting on a windowsill, a river streaming below.


O, you were beautiful, majestic even.

You were a comfort to me when winter came,

Warming me up until there were blushes across

My cheeks.

Many have looked up to you in awe,

Praising you and believing that you lived forever.

Others wonder why many are longing for

Your touch.

They simply donโ€™t see beauty and wisdom.

Beauty and wisdom you possessed.

You will be remembered for that.

O, why did you have to leave this world?

Was there another world you preferred over ours?

It doesnโ€™t matter.

I will wait for you to return.


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