Poem by Rita Dang
There is a Grey area
Between the Black and White.
There is a century
Between the strides.
Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
It’s raining outside again,
Sky is crying for the farewell.
It’s the time to say goodbye.
Bye, friends; bye, umbrella.
Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
It’s another foggy morning.
Moon is still indistinct.
Like the dirt on my heart.
I lost my direction in that intersection.
Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
A windy night is coming.
Winds are blowing fiercely.
I’m travelling on the road
With the heavy cargo on my back.
Tick, tock—
Tick, tock—
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