Emily was so quiet
while everyone was busy declaring their love for their artists.
"I would love to claim Elton John's style."
"I would love to claim Little Joy's style."
"I would love to claim David Bowie's style."
and so on.
The topic bored me so quickly,
so many passion of no authenticity.
Then I turned to Emily Ginger and asked,
"What about you?"
She smiled and looked up at the sky,
her orbits not thinking hard like others,
her scowl doesn't even try.
No sign of contemplating wrinkles could be found.
A moment of silence before feeling the wind,
"I would love to claim someone's that doesn't exist yet."
Of someone that doesn't exist yet.
Of someone that doesn't exist yet.
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OLD FILMS IN POETRIES
PoesiaIt'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.
