Friday, January 18, 2013

Poem by Yan Guo

A walk

What goes into your head when you try to not think of anything.

Who goes into your heart when you try to keep everyone from entering.

Where does a snowflake end up when the wind fails to be its wings.

How do all the promises fit into two little rings.

Walking up the hill, embracing the tender chill;

Closing up my eyes, giving back the 'hi' s.

The flag is battling fiercely with the pole;

Smell of similarity, cozying up my world.

The white used to be so pure, so pure and so perfect.

It has now been ruined, ruined with no respect.

Like Holden tried to fix the walls, I eagerly crave spring;

When all brightness will fade into a lovely green.

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