How many years have gone by since that very day When I saw you being carried away Your beautiful bosom crushed by the war While I stood in silence and said no word? Let those years pass into where they must go Into the world where memories must go I shall stay here and wait for you to come As a yellow flower that blooms alone
About the Poet:
Suchoon Mo lives in the semiarid part of Colorado. His recent poems appear in Aji, Rabid Oak, North Of Oxford, Literary Nest, Literary Yard, Modern Literature, Modern Poets Magazine, Jonah Magazine, Scarlet Leaf Review, Blue Lake Review, The Mantle Poetry, Literary Yard, and Ephemeral Elegies.
Ephemeral Elegies 