Written by: Yi-Wen Lin

Lips are sealed in suffering quiet.

Wanting, needing that long overdue kiss.

Having an internal erupting riot,

lead me into the never-ending abyss.

Needing, wanting to escape through the trees.

Leaving at sunset in late summer’s June,

with the flourishing of the smooth green peas.

Yet beneath having wrinkles of a prune.

It was for all of one month,

in the heat of the blazing summer,

the frantic kisses and hidden glances,

I think you called it a summer fling,

but no,

it was a whirlwind romance.


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