now, he looks like a withered lavender
letting go of its leaves in pain.
perhaps, the sun stays defiant to haze
it stays for no penny.
he reminisced their togetherness, like stubborn gum
from a chopped oil bean tree
which got lost in the tired hands of a swayed
nylon, leaving greetings to passing neon-eyed-gods.
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Author:
Shedrach (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 28th, 2020 16:44
- Category: Sad
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