Allen Lin Poems

Congas beat and trumpets play
Searing notes as night forgets day
Eyes wander across the room
Bodies in motion and lust in bloom
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Twin moons
Burning bright
One red
One white
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The crisp bite of February air
Blows through the streets
and causes a branch to shudder
The muted sun gently casts a glow
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White pistachio ice cream, fresh, creamy
I paddle dip gently with my spoon
and escape to a tasty island
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