The flickering shots of urban glows,
The scars pockmarked by paper cuts I yearned from busy days,
The unfathomable depth of the smokes
And the screeching screams of horns that almost broke my peace,
The shiny steel-and-glass edifices I passed by after a tedious day where I used to ponder my reflection in my wasted school uniform,
The blaring silence of my loneliness before I kissed the moon good night,
And the nostalgia the soothing breeze of my hometown had caused me,
Were the only turning points I minded before I hurried to pack my luggage and sought my way home.
I almost forgot those things that stood by me when I grieved all night at my own tomb.
Until the van accelerated in its first few meters and painted the quintessence of the life I parted ways.
There were blinding dim lights yet bright laughters stunned.
I was wrong when I foretold I'll never miss the city lights.
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The Flyleaf
Puisi"Poetry is the aesthetic translation of the world's dynamism." Here is a collection of poems in random subjects. Enjoy! 💕
