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“Waiting”

Your soft eyes

Have caused how many tough men’s tears to flow?

Eyes buried in the deep recesses of the sea

Balloons struggled out of their bondage

Hanging in the air

All faded

Together with the sinking sun

Leaving a trail of cold blood in the sky

Where all the final words are written

To dig into your full-moon face

with long-nailed fingers
is an insane, painful pleasure

The moment you suddenly disappear

I start my ceaseless search again

I mourn like a wounded lion

wakening the earth out of a misty bewilderment

while the icy winds of winter is relentlessly flogging

autumn’s remnant of a routed army

Either I have been waiting too long

or I have already stopped waiting

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