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And they will keep honking on
In the enchanting city of Copenhagen – home to The Little Mermaid, the brightly coloured houses of Nyhavn, and the boutiques of Strøget – my parents and I braved the gloomy weather and set foot into Tivoli.
1. So as the sun gives way, the time grows nigh
Happy Valentine’s Day! What more fitting than to post a sonnet (aka “Shakespearean-style love poem/letter”) that I wrote in my senior year.
When the roses bloom
Sea birds swoop overhead, shadows in the ochre sky. Waves pull back, retreating from the shore as if to shame the figure slumping over the sand. Here, a man sits; an empty bottle nearby, traces of rum line his unshaven jaw. His navy coat is strewn across the land, lost to the depths of the earths.
Coffee Shop Capriccio
A tall, toasty-warm cup of vanilla hazelnut (with sprinkles of cinnamon) sits snugly in my chilled hands. An ode to joy, the speakers festively play.
Stuck In A Surreal State
Perhaps it is incidental. Perhaps it is the Sister Fates Three, their game of Death at play. Perhaps it is the seven-billion, lethargic pairs of eyes set vacuously on a single CRT television set.
Pluviophile's Dance
In the storm she felt whole. With the rain she became one. Under the umbrella—a safe house to her misery no more—she poured her heart.
The Tale Of The Ever-Wandering Heart
Underneath the starry sky of the forlorn night, a single lonesome wanderer journeys on—trekking, encompassed with a cloak of blue in search for his true love; seeking to find this love hidden deep within, in good time..