Lyrics of Asters on their Mound
On old fields, asters once bloomed like purple glow;
The sun kissed the vale to feed their life below.
Purple rays on northern hills chill and slow—
Yet grief creeps from silence, where high ridges grow.
Asters wilt, tears stain their petals’ art;
Sublime symphonies fade into dark’s heart.
Harp wings shrink and lose their shining part—
But soon… so soon, the lyre will restart.
To bind the stems back to their bloom’s hold—
Let burning scent rise from the mound’s cold...🌘✨02062026 ©LanZhan 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳
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