Though Late Poem by Sebastian Soberania

Though Late



though late i have come
my steps are rushing
my eyes speak an honest try
my lips utter remorse
my mind still on the verge of another disbelief
i am anxious about what happens next
this love leaping like a frog
i cannot deny it from you
any longer

i am snow melting before you
you are the early morning sun caressing
my cold trembling hands.

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