The sun turn to grey
Rainy season turn to dry
Did you remember the oath
Till death do us apart
Sing our song out of tone
Fingers weak to play a guitar
Not as first time we met
What is going on
Walk alone to the shore
Seated over an old wooden chair
We used to sit along
What is going on
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A poem of questioning and doubt with pan. Thank you for sharing, Pinondang. I wish you peace