Oh sun
Has thou forsaken us
Two months past
Since I have seen your
Sweet face
The world turns
Like it should
On its axis
The moon rises
Without fail
Into a clear night sky
Yet you insist
On hiding
Behind clouds
Of grey
I do not remember
What you look like
I cannot recall
The feel of your warmth
On my skin
The winter rains
Were relentless
Yet you still offer
No sense of
Respite
How I long
Oh sun
To gaze upon
Your sweet face
Once more
Oh sun
Why
Have you gone and
Left us here
Alone?
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Kimberli Alisa Wong
poet. writer. actor. filmmaker.
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