The Napkin Poem

The Napkin Poem

 

You enter the ring of my being

Without any hint or so.

 

You were there when I am so uncomfortable of

my longing.

 

You set the mood to an otherwise boring

Ordinary setting,

An encounter of two people.

 

 

You wipe my tears to death

You were always a taken for granted reality

Now no more.

 

Come on, enter the ring of my being

And stay there as long as you wish.

 

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