Autumnal Sorrow Poem by Marco Wong

Autumnal Sorrow



On this merciless fall
Dies a nameless ephemera.
Time grows us tall,
Wears out youth and stamina.

I wish to take your hand
And stand once more
On the ford of sand
Where me your arms opened for.

But clock doesn't station
And your pace won't stop.
My heart and confusion
have only to sob.

Friday, February 12, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: confusion
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