You aspire to draw like her,
I aspire to write like her.
You aspire to kiss like her,
I aspire to live her life.
You aspire to look like her,
I aspire to walk like her.
All these unceasing idolatry of hers and hers.
We sit behind everyone's back,
wishing these and those to be ours.
Pertain no one wants to be us,
you and I,
mayhaps we are too ordinary,
living in vain and loveless of self.
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OLD FILMS IN POETRIES
PoésieIt's a film in poetry─A little lively,a little sad,a little death,a little pleasure,a little desire and wishes,a little rest and a little nurturing.
