The Four Noble Truths

By Pian Shu

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Sadness is the Echo of…     Love.
         Like a quiet string, perturbed,
                  by, incessancy.

The inquisitive mind hops into the future,
The timid one drowns in its own tears,
The eloquent one demands Silence!
The crowd laughs, but then minds their own businesses.

As voices leave ashore, notes linger behind…
Crashes crumble into a night with sweeping darkness… 

And:
The moon, stationery, up in the tall, 
                                   — Sky,

         gushes about how all this time —
Sadness is just,
— Love.