Lub dub lub dub
there goes the thump
in rhythm
with the tick tock
of the clock.
This intimate song
in duet
with the changing season.
Just as a hurricane blows
to one's fallacy
is a demolition.
I hear a ripping sound,
mourning has begun.
Marie Joyce B. Negapatan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-long-27/
