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Shane Zhao Poem
An artists paintbrush splashes againt a white canvas,
like the sun on an untouched sea
the palette of vibrant colours the same as
the rays of light reflecting off the waters surface.
Wielding his brush in between his fingers,
he mixes two colours carefully,
blurring the line
between the water and the beach.
He paints yet more,
leaving strokes of fading yellow, vibrant red and pink
upon the sea's deep blue ripples and frothing crests,
the sun's image shimmering on the surface.
Intricately he constructs serveral palm trees,
their leaves tickled by the wind,
their bodies forming delicate shadows
dotted all around the beach.
Ethereal rays of light illuminate the idyllic scene,
a majestic combination of ruby, violet and gold.
As the final strokes are set and done,
the silent painting jumps into a cacophony of life.
The cry of seagulls.
The neverending crash of the sea,
palm trees swaying gently in the ocean breeze
as the sun slowly sinks beneath the waves.
Ah!
A summer's sunset
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Shane Zhao Poem
Life hums with haste - the clock hands fly
thoughts slip past, clouds in the sky
like chalk on a rain-slick slate,
like the stars through a tremulous haze.
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Shane Zhao Poem
I was skating on Saturn’s rings,
Ice shards tunnelling into my vision
Like blistering diamond tears
Melting away into a brilliant blue.
I was skating on Saturn’s rings,
Looked up and saw the mighty giant.
It smiled at me through its great eye,
decorated with lashes of pure golden beige.
I was skating on Saturn’s rings,
Is that even possible?
I looked towards the Earth.
And you were thinking about me.
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It's sunset.
Shadows cast across my face,
blades of grass
as tall as an oak tree.
Closing my eyes,
they fall on darkness.
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Shane Zhao Poem
In the marathon of time
a sunset is but a meter,
gone in the click of a finger.
But it stretches across the horizon
from both ends of the sky,
and if you were to chase it
you would find
it only grows dimmer.
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Flooded by falling petals,
shadows embrace like lovers,
shoulders brush past a stranger.
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Shane Zhao Poem
Though the sea is far, the wind still flies thereto.
Though the sun is set, it's rays still shine from afar.
Once submerged in the vast beauty of this world,
Yet never stopped by the mundane rocks
I held in my hand.
The water still runs crisp and clear from the olden days
But the bridge above has forever collapsed.
Blossoms fall, littering the surface,
The empty tree stands, a timeless guard.
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Shane Zhao Poem
"Hi".
One word takes my to those blue skies of heaven,
your voice the north on a compass in the sea.
How I crave for those brief interactions,
occasional furtive glances,
occasional day dreamy stares.
How I wish I could cover the distance between us in two great strides,
roll you in my embrace
and say what I've been holding on so deeply to you.
Alas I am but a coward,
always replying with an excitable yet shameful
"Hey".
Will I regret it?
Of course
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Shane Zhao Poem
For so long
It’s just been you and I
Darting around the house,
Every weekend and holiday
Each summer, easter, autumn.
Circling the place that was our home.
Be it tag, hide and seek or simon says,
We’d always end up round
This little tree, on the ground
Basking in the sunlit garden.
Our grapefruit tree, branded with
12 sets of our initials
Set side by side,
Each neater and more intricate
Than the next,
Cuddled up against each other.
It grew as we did,
Its fruit ripening slowly throughout
The summer months,
From a harsh yellow
To a soft tangerine.
But unlike the tree as we aged,
Our blossoms began to wilt.
The end came that summers day
At your coming-of-age party.
When those words left your mouth
I felt all the air betray my lungs,
All the blood my heart
And all the light my eyes.
You left me broken and helpless,
Sobbing in front of our tree
In between shouts of
“Happy birthday!”.
Now every valentine’s day,
I buy a grapefruit from the shop,
Doff its orange coat
And remove its fiery insides.
Place it neatly on a ceramic plate,
Slowly eat it
Pearly cell by pearly cell,
Each bite leaving a tremor in its wake.
It tastes sweet like our childhood innocence
And bitter like your so-called “child’s play”.
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Under the dark high flying clouds
resides the forgotten home of loneliness.
Its gnarly whispers of welcome, cold
colder than the sea.
Yes on this faint moonlit beach
the icy sea laps and sings gently,
so gently
as if your fingers are running through my hair
and the wind is your voice.
The wind wails sorrowfully of broken promises
and the sea, it breaks and collapses
flooding the beach with its salted tears.
But nevermind all that,
for the sun must rise
and the day must follow suite, though,
even when I open my eyes
I admit that I cannot forget you.
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