It’s Just…a Poem


There were, Osmanthus, Hidden in the Lines of the Letters

The Feelings in the Letter are, Pressing, but Without the Symbolisms

The Winter Still Arrived Just the Same, Took Along with it, the Coldness

Not that I’m Not Writing You Back

It’s Just, I Haven’t, Decided on How I’m Doing Lately

So, this, is a letter to someone, or rather, it’s this poet, just, talking to the walls, hoping that something bounces off, because this, is basically, a reflection of one’s own life, how one is doing in life lately…

 not my photo…

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