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nudiustertian sunset
sad pen, old papers
lonely prose of the sunset
unhappy poet
autumn air,
purple pink sky
I'm sitting on
a maroon
wooden bench
sipping my
homemade
matcha espresso
I'm staring
at the
saffron's bookshop
I saw you
embracing him
you gave him
three pink tulips
you gave him
a maple wooden watch
you gave him
a pulchritudinous smile
my ephemeral existence
in your life
was like an apricity
and my limerence
for you
was like
an old forgotten
wooden cello
trying to tell you
my chimerical music
within my
depressive journal
poems, sunshower
scenery of serene sea
sitting and waiting
you left
happily together
and I was
alone sitting
while eating
your favorite
french macarons
and sipping
your favorite
iced vietnamese coffee
from our
favorite cafe
I found
myself wandering
in the elysian
bay area
witnessing
the purple sunset
and its tears
falling down
in the serenity
of the sea,
a serendipitous
happening
I open
my midnight
blue umbrella
and wear
your terracotta scarf
I sit on a red
metal bench
near in the ineffable
seaside
and decided
to write
three haikus
for you,
for the
last moment
letters, photographs
old moments in our novel
poetry of rain
© cfwang
lonely prose of the sunset
unhappy poet
autumn air,
purple pink sky
I'm sitting on
a maroon
wooden bench
sipping my
homemade
matcha espresso
I'm staring
at the
saffron's bookshop
I saw you
embracing him
you gave him
three pink tulips
you gave him
a maple wooden watch
you gave him
a pulchritudinous smile
my ephemeral existence
in your life
was like an apricity
and my limerence
for you
was like
an old forgotten
wooden cello
trying to tell you
my chimerical music
within my
depressive journal
poems, sunshower
scenery of serene sea
sitting and waiting
you left
happily together
and I was
alone sitting
while eating
your favorite
french macarons
and sipping
your favorite
iced vietnamese coffee
from our
favorite cafe
I found
myself wandering
in the elysian
bay area
witnessing
the purple sunset
and its tears
falling down
in the serenity
of the sea,
a serendipitous
happening
I open
my midnight
blue umbrella
and wear
your terracotta scarf
I sit on a red
metal bench
near in the ineffable
seaside
and decided
to write
three haikus
for you,
for the
last moment
letters, photographs
old moments in our novel
poetry of rain
© cfwang
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