Extravagant Hope - Poem by Kong Yin
Solitude, you're in a trance again,
sitting under the lamp, furrowing your brow,
like a young lady, graceful and enigmatic.
Who are you waiting for?
The street lights are dimming,
shadows no longer swaying on ice,
those expected have arrived -
they were but a few regulars -
poetry, evening breeze, aroma of chrysanthemum, and fireflies.
no more waiting.
Heavy footsteps echo in the distance,
people traversing ruins.
They will never cast a glance at the light
flickering in your window.
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