When I woke from the dream, my youthful beauty remained, but everything else had changed. Heaven knows nothing of the grief of mortals, so I pour this deep affection out for you.
With sorrow etched between my brows and in my heart, there is no way to dispel it.
Sometimes, even falling apart is a heart-stirring kind of beauty: battered by the wind, spinning to its final curtain, then sinking into the dust.
You once braved storms without fear of being battered and bruised. Now you look back suddenly, your spirit sinking into darkness.
