dear PBF,
i read this poem in a book about the ancient Americas. it is an Aztec poem that reminded me of you. enjoy!
"Like a painting, we will be erased.
Like a flower, we will dry up here on earth.
Like plumed vestments of the precious bird,
That precious bird with the agile neck,
We will come to an end"
1 comment:
This is exactly how I feel today... thank you batini, thank you
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