Too Late
He wrapped his arms on her
Crying, "It's too late"
beneath each tears dripping
Thoughts say, "It's too late"
She was his diamond on the rock
And the summer on his winter --
O sweet metaphors
Murmured on her grave.
"It's too late".
Copyright © Flora Mae Gudez | Year Posted 2016
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