A Poem At Dawn With No Titled Poem by Kinsley Lee

A Poem At Dawn With No Titled

As the waking at dawn quickens its pace, the oldness is nigh without understand.
In the chime of a Kakao message yet, heart emotions remain,
Oh, alas! The days of verdant youth, never to regain!
Looking the face, captured by a phone-lens, the wrinkles are deeply engrained.
(14th, Jul.,2023, Kinsley Lee)

Thursday, July 13, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: emotions,oldness,waking
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