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One Last Grasp

November 29, 2022
By Anonymous

Her cold, wrinkled hands press softly 

against the tips of my fingers.

Tears fall onto her small arms, 

“Don't cry my love, I love you,” she says.

No more tears, one last breath, 

her hands lost contact with mine, falling slowly.


The author's comments:

This is written in a Korean poetic form called sijo


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