It was as if

the sun was weeping

as it was trying

to shine

All I remember

was the warmth

of the sun

Before I could turn

to face him

he was gone

The heat

leaves my body

I am cold


(c) Mary Tang 鄧許文蘭

About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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