A Letter to No One Ver. 3

Dear Sir, I still wish to see you again before my departure, very much eagerly. However, given a second thought, I should not. Rather we should not, if I did not mistake that we do share mutual feelings. I do not know what has gone wrong here ever since, but I will not be able […]

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Why is It So Wrong?

What catastrophe will it lead to? Why such moral standards are needed to set apart teacher and student, doctor and patient, artist and model, and so on so forth? It is the matter of nearness. Why aren’t teacher and assistant professor prohibited to each other? Why aren’t doctor and nurse? Artist and his peer? Heart […]

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Lover’s Moon

Full and bright hangs there lover’s moon. Springst romance in this night of June. Reach out to touch thee does my hand. Leap up my feet from where I stand, Yet lover’s moon is still too far. . The stars start to blink mocking me. Also laughters heard from the trees. Is my solitude so […]

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Why and While

Why heart is the tenderest thing, While love is but the roughest thing? Why the two needs encountering, For the suffering to beget? . Why bygones can’t be just bygones, While present is mostly cheat’ on? Why, why memory needs to haunt, Merely for the sore to beget? . Why is it true that you […]

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Epistle to Myself

Halt, halt ere thy feeling goes wander, Halt, halt ere thy heart falls there yonder. Ere thy soul starts orbit that of his, And thy body then cries in a whizz For it hath become his satellite. Though thou may feel nothing but delight, Yet its power’s mighty, thou think not. Thy tragedy therefore shall […]

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Dante’s Purgatorio

No. It is not love. No. I cannot say that I love you. For, love cannot be demonic or sinful. No, but all the sins my soul is ready to be committed to – Can absolutely demonstrate the infatuation I have for you. . How many are there, the sins in this earthy garden? Seven? […]

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Stop the Larks from Singing

Stop the larks from singing What an impolite chirping! Don’t they know I’m dreaming Of him, dearest, my darling!   There the sun! Stop shining through the cloud! No, I won’t let the night to end now. Don’t you know I’m safe and sound, In his arms where I long to be.   Stop the […]

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