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The man who once regarded me as spring
has long had his own summer
I live in his promise of spring flowers
No flower has bloomed so far
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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 (1)
That was so poignant. Loved your poem!