It is a voice in her head, all day
posing the questions that replay
Not why, but what makes it stay
if only one knew what to say
What is the longest distance of them all,
the being that recommences to appall
While it appears a perpetual recall
Her teardrops gently begun to fall
My arm has reached as far as it goes
And my fading footprint scarcely tiptoes,
surrounded by dubious foes
How could I have taken my dose
Wouldn’t you have it declared
that the illustrious closeness shared
was precisely what compared
Now that, is quite regretfully fared
About the Creator
Ashley Tong
If I were a painter, linguistics would be my palette, and poetry my favourite brush. If I were an artist, nature would be my muse, and music my companion, and I shall endeavour to depict life as I see it.
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