You evoke the desire.
I break like bougainvillea leaves.
Wind sweeps the floor.
After tarantula bite,
I pick a peony― ambling
aimlessly in rains.
Until the seagull
lands, I will stay on the beach
waiting for sunset.
Waves scramble before
the moon rises. I will hold
the flowers in palms.
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Author:
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