i can only write cliché

in a colorless world ©papa osmubal

in a colorless world ©papa osmubal

i can only write cliché
amy wong kuok

Night crowded with lights
The moon shouts
Shadows silent as usual
Big rats, small dogs, beautiful beasts
All blank in the lost city

The sky is blue
The river flows
Flowers blossom
Birds sing with a bitter throat
The sun goes home
Night comes

Fireworks laugh for a few seconds
But longer than your average poem
Clichés will outlive us all

The lines all start with capitals
But there’s
No free lunch
And no full stop

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