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Jan 2016
O what
an exhilarating
celebration
for something that meant to
happen but never did
O what
a stimulation
to the mind with blowing
solar wind
Who says that dream has to be
solid like gold with wings
Mercury, Mercury
that planet nearest to the Sun
volatile and sensitive
charged with heat
my messenger to the God
burned
Now my world is cold
full of silent sound
So gone with my opulentΒ Β 
submarine boat
But someone in California
is whooping it up
and living it large
His sun will always be
favorable
with those balmy breezes
Let me lament then
to my sunken submarine
My titanic pontoon
My Mercury's cavernous
moaning echoes
My love
for only in grievance
and sorrow, we suddenly
grow old and
bold
Haha everyone was buying tickets yesterday for the 1.5 billion Powerball Jackpot. I wrote a poem in Chinese last night dreaming to win and buy a submarine thereafter to build a castle inside it and write poetry everyday while traveling the world. Haha, I didn't win, so I came up with a different tune today.
Megan Zhao
Written by
Megan Zhao  Columbus, Ohio
(Columbus, Ohio)   
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