Re: Poetry

In a previous post, I mentioned how I find the beauty in poetry is its ambiguity. Lack of clarity.

Recently, I came across a lyric that perfectly sums up what I mean.

"這樣的問題 只可以是個謎
若你要問到底 把黑夜都摧毀”

especially afterwards there's this line

“海風吹的你 不真實的你”

It's so unreal and unclear that it may as well be a dream. Clarity leaves no room for romance.

Sparky x

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