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By Brian Wong Published about a month ago 1 min read

On a dark night, you are in front of me, your steps are as quiet as a god.

Birds fly by, but they can't bear to flap their wings.

I am afraid of the unknown after the silence.

It's always like this, loving with trepidation.

Except for the intensity of love, there is not much wine left between us.

We are playing a long cat and mouse game.

You are used to escaping, but you often look back to see if the person behind you is still following you in sweat.

When I am tired, you use your beard and stubbornness to close the distance.

Maybe one day, we will all become, a grain in the wheat field.

That day, I will return to the earth and no longer watch where you fall.

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Brian Wong

Hello, I'm Brian Wong , a 29-year-old aspiring writer dedicated to weaving captivating stories that resonate with the depths of human experience.

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Comments (3)

  • Esala Gunathilakeabout a month ago

    Thank you for sharing it.

  • Manisha Dhalaniabout a month ago

    Wow - nice one!

  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a month ago

    This was so deep. Such a beautifully written poem!

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