ATARAXIA by Anita Liu
As autumn rays fade on distant faces, Peeking through the leaves that obscure my window, I turn to the cold side of my pillow. For the first time in this mundane town, I observe the sun bow down, to kiss the ground. A different kind of warmth a man can’t provide... Despite my busy days, She’s what I think of in crowded hallways. More than just another fleeting face, A shade of brown an artist can’t match with paint, Autumn love with no constraints.
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