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The Eyes of Mermaid Dreams
By Natasha VyhovskyOn sad days,
his eyes tell me stories –
stories of pain,
of struggle,
of truth.
They hold within them soft, grey clouds after April afternoon storms.
But the sky is bright without the sun,
because it is never truly gone.
Coffee Cups
By Maya BluittI'm not sure if the glass is half empty or half full.
Coffee shops leave me homesick for 8 minute drives to your cul-de-sac, to your arms; you're always busy.
Parting Gift
By Guanghao YuGive me an unagitated evening,
where I could sleep-walk
under a light rose-petal sky,
and arrive at your door,
40 miles away,
just in time for dinner.