No longer tender in years,
Hints the sigh of the autumn air,
Fading laughter by the ears,
Of forlorn hopes and despair.
Aimless soul roams the seven seas,
A voyage of futility and destitute,
Luring darkness of the abyss,
Lies worries and undying fears.
The heart where once fire were,
Blazed through the night skies,
Now a mediocre flicker of joke,
Of grim ashes reminiscent of the yesteryears.
A land so barren and bleak,
Lies the forsaken wilted flowers,
Kingdom where dreams once peaked,
Now silenced perpetually in its towers!
– Hong, 12 March 2019
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