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Refused Waves
My slippers too feel heavy when I walk on the shores, sighting the skies of navy. Maybe the skies poured out like I did, 'cause they are as empty as me.
The first drop of rain refused to nourish me; the first breeze of the sea refused to refresh me.
And at last, the sea waves refused to wet myself, refused to drown myself, refused to kill my lingering thoughts.
But still, my silly heart hopes the next wave can heal—a beautiful sky with clouds smiling, and a beautiful sea with serene waves.
Poor me, stuck between them, the most sorrowful creature ever created.
Whom can I blame—my parents, the god, or myself? Before the next waves and before the next breeze,
I hope my breath should be taken.
THE ROSE WRITER
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The first drop of rain refused to nourish me; the first breeze of the sea refused to refresh me.
And at last, the sea waves refused to wet myself, refused to drown myself, refused to kill my lingering thoughts.
But still, my silly heart hopes the next wave can heal—a beautiful sky with clouds smiling, and a beautiful sea with serene waves.
Poor me, stuck between them, the most sorrowful creature ever created.
Whom can I blame—my parents, the god, or myself? Before the next waves and before the next breeze,
I hope my breath should be taken.
THE ROSE WRITER
© All Rights Reserved
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