Beloved,
Every time I hold the pen between my fingertips and close my eyes,I find myself dwelling deep inside you.My feet buried in beach sand your memories; I watch poetry rushing to embrace the shore, kiss my feet. I watch a wave of verse hitting the rocks and scatter itself into alphabets.I could have walked through the sand, leaving my footprints for you to erase; Yet everytime I choose to metamorph into a bottle and throw myself into the depths, in hope of being picked up by someone, somewhere, someday. Then when I open my eyes again, a new poem is born.
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