Taste
It was the shortest taste
but it is what I will remember most.
It's the flavor of your lips
under the city moons.
It tasted like fireworks,
and comet dusts,
and eclipse.
It tasted like last fall of leaf,
last drop of tea,
and last swirl of wave.
It was the shortest kiss
but it is what I will remember most.
It's the meeting of our lips
that made us city losts.
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Into the Deep
PoetryLet this book submerge you with heartaches, drown you with traces of the past, flood you with self-wonders, wash you with waves of healing, immerse you with romance, and fill you up with colors, but only if you dive into this ocean of poetry and le...
