Summer Anna
as the path diverged
in the middle of Summer
Anna stared at the cloudy sky above her
It used to be so radiant (the light)
and the bushes that grow barbarically startled her in fear
she whispers to the little cricket with a tall satin hat
'Let it rain,if it is going to be dark'
let it wash away the leaves of the old
the other gypsies whom she walked with
is slowing their pace in the mist of time
getting carried away with the fancy parade
Anna can no longer follow their footsteps
albeit once they shared the same torch
the torch which they are holding now are as aberrant as a white snake
full moon and they are still roaming in the pitch black velvety night
she cannot tolerate that
soon Anna become aware
she SHOULD light up her own path
as she wouldn't want to regret in the middle of autumn..
(Published in a poem compilation in year 2011)
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