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There is always someone sitting by the river
Watching the ripples of the water
The story of fallen leaves covers the past of the water
There is always someone standing on the noisy street
Watching the passing crowd
They carved my memories with the sharp blade of memory
There is always someone reviewing himself in the middle of the night
Sins filled my past
Sadness created me today
Always thinking about the question of life or death
Always forgetting that I am a living person
Your shadow covers my handwriting
There is nothing written in the notebook
Tears are the best proof of memories
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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)
oh wow, I love this poem, it's so different and true. The two last lines of your poem are my favorite. Love it!