Eliza Elaine Lim
Longing for school days
I really hate the wideness of the Pacific Ocean.
Because I always remember how far you are from me.
I can only call you but the caller tone seemed too long.
It's good to hear your voice but I'm still drowning in Dead Sea.
Days have passed and a page was left empty and too boring.
I don't have the courage to write on it, unless I'm with you.
'cause when I'm with you, the black ink has been so colorful.
No one can see that, just the two of us, TWO OF US.
I miss the wet season and yet the gleeful sound of rain
Playing and running in the rain like being a rascal.
Now, in this very hot summer,
I'm slowly burning down.
I can't afford waiting to see and feel the rain, again.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about this poem (Longing for school days by Eliza Elaine Lim )
- Those who complain النئائين, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- 3 Petal Flowers, Kyle Schlicher
- Prosperity Milking Cow Of Good, sallam yassin
- A Blank Page, Elia Michael
- Three Score and Ten, Frank Avon
- Mary Key, Lilly Emery
- ACES AND EIGHTS (The dead man's hand), Alexander Onoja
- Love Is A Feeling, Lilly Emery
- I saw my father, in silhouette, Thomas Leathandrum
- What are these days? !, MOHAMMAD SKATI
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