[Beautiful Life]

“I used to be a poet.

My words were traded in marketplaces like pieces of gold.

Merchants bought my verses for as much as they paid for saffron and Indian jade.

Now I am old…

drunk on wine and candle fumes.

Alone in this barren room, I speak my psalms to the night air

so as to entertain moths before they go off to die.

I used to be a poet

and my words were gold.”

— Roman Payne

(This isn’t a Beautiful Life quote however there will be one poster in a few moments. It was just too beautiful to not post this up under Beautiful Life. I feel like this captures the concept of age, life experiences with how the waves come and go amongst them – and most of all, the beauty of existence.)


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