Love Conquers

Anton Chekhov, from The Complete Works of Anton Chekhov; "Platonov,"

— Unknown

Potatso National Park, Shangri-La, Yunnan, China by 任逍遥

I laid my head upon her thighs Red roses, thorns, from her hands arise And in that moment, the world stood still My weary eyes, with fatigue, did fill That day, I forgot what love could be, She gave her fractured heart to me And I knew then, it would never heal Our love, a wound too deep to seal We burned it all, to finally unite The good, the bad in fiery light We burned ourselves in that cruel pyre Do you remember, as I, lost in desire? I should declare her as the one, Whom I love in this world undone But every word died on my tongue As did I, in love unsung I lifted my head from her embrace Red roses withered, in that space And our love, our love, it died that day In ashes, in silence, it faded away

— Fyodor Dostoevsky (via lunamonchtuna)

— Unknown