From a seething melancholy
He leaped into the red abyss
The heavens did not save him
The body is gone, but the Spirit remains intact
In his beautiful works.
Classic works that know no end.
Quite the contrary, they are like honey and wine.
You conceived unity, the balance of the elements.
Though the poems and prayers have dissolved into nature, you remain eternal.
He leaped into the red abyss
The heavens did not save him
The body is gone, but the Spirit remains intact
In his beautiful works.
Classic works that know no end.
Quite the contrary, they are like honey and wine.
You conceived unity, the balance of the elements.
Though the poems and prayers have dissolved into nature, you remain eternal.