I have always felt like an anemone
in a garden of mayflower .
Now when I think upon it ,
I can only remember ...
myself
looking ,
staring ,
gazing ,
while the little space I was residing in was filled with clitter and clatter
of laughter and story tellers ,
at the door of my
high school classroom ,
at the high gate of the large campus ,
at the streets outside
from the car windows ,
at the entrance and exit way
of the café downtown ,
at my bedroom glass windows ;
I can only remember myself looking at doors and windows ,
as if waiting
for something to show up ,
someone to appear .
That wait still lives and lingers .
I wonder even if it'll come to an end one day ...
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Poetry" where she is the queen " At this point, my words don't even mean anything, my lines are random, my meanings are all over the place, my endings are left in the middle. I've not the slightest idea if I can compose something coherent. It all feels li...
