I believe there is a soul
In every parched paper sold
Curved in every written words
Are memories of the old
Everyday is always summer
I’ve tasted its sweetest wine
Saffron, silken velvet
In your lushness I have dined
Your sun, it blinded me
As we are seated in the park
But you’re something I couldn’t touch
Or you’ll burn me with a single spark
This parched paper that was old
Reminds me of what was you
And in every curved words
Pierces my heart as I view
Five hundred days of summer
And all of blinded me
I wished I could have turned my back
And find Autumn waiting for me.
2 comments:
I love this. This is so unique and it is instantly lighthearted but then it blends into a warmer "heartnote" and eventually ends with an almost (only almost but not quite) heartbroken aroma.
I enjoyed very much this film, it's been great to find this inspired poem.
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