Divided Echoes: A Tale Of Two Koreas Poem by Alexander Romanov

In the realm of unfinished tales we find,
Affairs that faltered, midway confined.
Hoped for improvement in your company,
Yet reality unfolded, just so-so, you see.

Euphoria's fleeting, a transient thrill,
Yielded to sadness, a constant drill.
Love, an oxide, rusts away the core,
Time, an antioxidant, a remedy in galore.

Love akin to the Sun's burning might,
Time, an Icarus in its daring flight.
Scant remains for you and me,
Van Gogh's visage, an ear, a decree.

Two Koreas, a once-whole divide,
Aiming at each other, unity denied.
South and North, a fractured score,
Shoot sooner, let destinies roar.

A dance of threats, scandals unkind,
Warheads launched, chaos in the mind.
Messages sent with words sincere,
No war desired, no blame to adhere.

Life's limits, a truth to face,
No matter the desire, no matter the chase.
Two Koreas, a fractured tale,
Aim, shoot, before echoes pale.