Monday, September 5, 2016

A Hate Letter to Summer

 


 
Night after night
 
trying to distinguish your inseparable fragrance of spices and prayers
 
only to ended up with a bitter after taste of canned alcohol

 
Night after night
 
Forcing the night to set its alarm earlier than cheap labor's wake up call
 
As if night owls need more than fourteen hours of nap

 
Night after night
 
You treat myself equal to your overpriced food stalls

in most of your overcrowded night festivals

 
After all those nights of made up folklore and false tale
 
you say goodbye earlier than before
 
along with your recollection of myths
 
that once again
 
fail to become true

 

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