Typhoon Is Not Coming
It missed the appointment
Emotions accumulated in the air
Depressed the bougainvillea speetabilis on the balcony
And the parrot’s rap
The clouds are very light and thin
Like the white woman passing by downstairs
I wonder who she is about to meet
The lucky one
May also wait for the wind
I get used to wait
And overlook for something
I believe the sun-like promise
Will be realized in a sudden moment of raising my head
I get used to be patient and tolerant
This season has one typhoon after another
The route is too ambiguous
and too mysterious
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