By Luna Yin
there are days
when the soil
is sweet
cocoa powder dusting
soft warm sponge
the clouds
a painted
cream fluff
dotting dimples
smiling corners
the coffee
tastes less bitter
more introspective
a soul with taste
tangible essence
on the tongue
the roast arabica
sharp yet musty
the scent of new books
on old oaken shelves,
aged mahogany
on shining marble floors
lay on the pillowy
mascarpone
sheets of white cream
dreams of sugared dust
the sweetness still lingers
with eyes closed
Luna Yin is a 16-year-old writer who was born in China and currently lives in Vancouver, Canada. She spends her days playing piano, reading thriller novels, and working as deputy editor-in-chief at Dear Asian Youth. Her poetry has been published in print anthologies by Milk & Cake Press and Capsule Stories, as well as performed at places like the 2022 Salem Literary Festival in Massachusetts.
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