love in a fallen city

melancholy©papa osmubal

melancholy©papa osmubal

love in a fallen city
iris fan

a snowflake is weightless in dreams
in reality it’s a hundred tons of misery
she wrote down these two lines
on the grey window pane

sitting in the crowd
her hair soaked with water
white fog breathed in and out
lost in accents of
Sichuan, Hunan, Suzhou…

not until she dips into the swirl of a book
will the journey begin
in a motionless long take
‘her heart began to pound’

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