The Pearls of Catharsis Times Issue 03, Feb 2017 | Page 55
And I will still want you
The years will pass dissolving the little that remains of us, waiting to disappear, youth will pass erasing the splendour of that time gone by, the desire to wake you up with the scent of a rose will pass, to run after you among the weeping willows, the night will pass without longing for the morning after, everything will pass without wishing for anything else