A bit of food Father-made
A sudden reticence
Awakening dawn breaking
A voice reading my words
Between talking and told
Blossoming roses
Bring him home last breath
Dancing hands between
Each page sorrowing ink turning into light
Grasping Mother’s still
His holding my held
How did this happen
In the darkness passing through
Jacket frozen tumult of a vow
Keep making the same mistakes
Knocking at the door white mute
Losing consciousness a kiss
Missing the ash of Autumn
Night dispelled the thickness of room murmuring the secretes of star
Nothing happens
Now
On the platform between trains
Picking her a rose
Pulling me up tight
Questioning after questions
Remaining on serendipity
Resting on intersection
Spinning in center stage
The endless line walking toward sea
Thoughts landing in the unharbored sky
Unspoken thoughts releasing from the forgotten
Vanishing the eternal white
Waving farewell
Xeroxing you
You are not here
Zero.
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a poem which is cool
be yours
cheer up
dear yifen
best
wanda
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