Below is a poem inspired by one of my favorite digital artists: @guweiz on instagram. According to my professor, very haunting and magical. Enjoy. :)
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She Leaves Like
Flurries of snow and fallen white-pink petals aching to rest
on stillness as a lone boat cuts the water.
A soft, cold wind of unknown voices brings all falling
things,
blurring the unmade, daunting road before her.
Trees hug the road, the river, hiding beings,
and rooftops of temples darken the distance.
Humans make shapes wherever they go but snakes
disappear their shapes underwater.
Lucky her, this white-inducing night looks familiar.
Like legends of her birth right, her ancestors
Who trekked and fought and saved their world,
One night at a time or who disappeared forever.
The river serpent inquires: “dear, why are you alone?”
She is as far from cold as she is far from home.
She does not waver, does not answer.
Her lips pursed, fighting back all want to quiver.
The small golden lantern glows dimly,
“I may be alone, but I am not lonely.”
One river serpent slips away.
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