All the things have said
In one verses of the poem
Still you asked
Other people
To make you their subject.
One night of July
Perhaps the third time I cry?
Or just another
Dust of air
Went inside to make it clear.
Storm ravish and cold
The night seems to be sad
Yet the moon
Smiles in awe
Full, bright, and far
The flower I took
In the garden of bushes
Fell off its petal
One by one
Until nothing has left
but memories instead.
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An Ode to my Almost Lover
PoetryI met a lot of people, whom I subjected in my verses. Perhaps some are worth it, while some are not.
