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The moon is half. So am I
In the wintry night,
remembering lowly
the stories of lonely
of the poorest time
with no one beside
to sing a song  of season
I felt my life treason.
Leave me like past eventide
and reoccur like morningtide
so that I can rest in the faith
of seeing you one more time.
Whirling like a leaf
to the melody of a zephyr
I embellished self-love

How to forget someone
whose eyes met
for a concise moment
with so much emotion

How to forget someone
with the hand that recognise
the tactility made a moment
of owning each other

How to forget someone
who ensnared my soul
with a succinct kiss
making a forever

How to forget someone,
someone with so many remembrances
though it befell in a jiff.
Always behind you as
an umbrage in daylight
and dream in twilight.
In the evening, my city becomes
the duskiness of hazy wind
buffeting into the street lights
of busy highway
addressing love with spirits
of solitude.
Savouring  ever
The behoof of cheer
White crane of hunger
***** the peach bitter
The desire went sour
Alleging for better
Written in Lai Poetry form.
The lai is another French form. It’s a nine-line poem or stanza that uses an “a” and “b” rhyme following this pattern: aabaabaab. The lines with an “a” rhyme use 5 syllables; the “b” rhyme lines have 2 syllables. It feels kind of like organized skeletonic verse.
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