The Deepest Fear
Inside the emptied room for a while.
Like that water bottle stands on the table.
Such a shady room with only one window.
Sunshine so clear, warming the bottle.
That fountain pen on the table,
ink inside already dried.
Placed beside, paper with written text
Ink on paper, already faded.
The fire inside stove, gradually extinguishing.
This is the scene that I fear seeing.
Mikhail.
Copyright © James Hou | Year Posted 2015
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