Too Late

By Nurjahan P. Nizar

It’s appealing,

The sunsets and sunrise,

The mountains and rivers,

The flowers and butterflies,

The snowing shivers.

It’s worth it,

The shed tears,

The yells and fights,

The hidden fears,

The unfortunate sights.

Took too long to realize,

As the soul talked to her grave,

“If only you hadn’t given up,

I would have forgave.”

It’s appealing,

The sunsets and sunrise,

The mountains and rivers,

The flowers and butterflies,

The snowing shivers.

It’s worth it,

The shed tears,

The yells and fights,

The hidden fears,

The unfortunate sights.

Took too long to realize,

As the soul talked to her grave,

“If only you hadn’t given up,

I would have forgave.”

By Nurjahan P. Nizar