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Photo Poem

Until Snowflakes fall

fall into deep ocean

even cannot go any further

the first thought, is leaving

 

Until you say not come back

until you say i deserve

when I unload this burden

instead, start to believe love

 

You are snowdrift

and I, a long street

fear when the sun comes out

we both melt

 

You are a letter

and I, a postman

busy to send mail with barefoot,

even it is too late to open

the wonderland.

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