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Golden Afternoon


By Brian Wong Published about a month ago 1 min read

Those golden wild chrysanthemums have been sprinkled into your heart

As if they will never fade, they have started the journey of life

The hind legs of the bees collecting honey tremble with the fluff and the atrium

So, the sweetness of the morning glory is carried by the big bread

Encompassing the morning, unfolding in peace and sweetness

Take a nap on the milky white iron frame, the vines always crawl lazily

The flowers seen last spring are no longer the same

Although they have the same olive green and cheeks, they also make the same mistakes

The wind blowing from the same sand, the envy from the barrenness is the sound of the wind

Enjoy today's sunshine, because tomorrow, there will be no same sun

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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 (2)

  • Esala Gunathilakeabout a month ago

    You painted it with such nice words. Well done!

  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a month ago

    This was so beautifully crafted! Wonderful poem!

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