"Old Love"
The theater was dimmed
On stage
A pile of debris
All the people held their breath
Wait
Look at how the woman packed up
fingertips
Blood, dripping down
On the fragments
flowering
Same as the cheongsam on her body
White background
Against the scene
Peach blossoms
Author | Tara prem Tao Sixuan
This poem is actually a scene I saw, a picture. When I was doing meditation exercises, I suddenly saw such a picture. I named it "Old Love" because I think there may be such a story in everyone's heart, or is experiencing. Your beloved person left you, and your story ended like this, but in your heart he continues. In the face of such an old love, will you see his coldness? His pain? Or can you see the beauty of the pain? It's like the peach blossoms that bloom on the shards. Everyone has the power to choose, and you can choose your perspective.
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