once marked on the sand
no washing away by waves
no leaving out by blinking
it’s not just a physical identity
it’s what one Is
it will be remembered
it will be treasured
My Blog where some of my journals, poetry, thoughts are exhited.
a name is a living word
once marked on the sand no washing away by waves no leaving out by blinking it’s not just a physical identity it’s what one Is it will be remembered it will be treasured I welcome constructive but not rude comments.
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AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |