Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Fang Xia #2 - Untitled

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a long office desk, bare on top
lies against a wide window
we         stand           across

I hear you       waffling
                whining
                     murmuring
why we sit not nearer, I have no clue
I guess your words must have travelled
                  long
                            long enough
before thrusting on my eardrum

anyway, I remember a glimpse
out of the window
I think
a gloomy day, knowing no end







2 comments:

  1. gloomy day or is it a daydreaming day ... ? or is it like having a vision? ... I rather choose the third option!

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