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I watched her play
through the window pane; a child so part of nature, forming a beautiful picture, within the garden, like the Eden. An air of freshness perfumed the environment, the truth of being a child is immense joy and learning.
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Wheels turn My time moves on People from different orders Come into my life Have I wasted my golden years Slept away my youth Counting numbers Of opportunities I’ve lost But spring comes again Bringing differences A fly danced in front of my eyes
Annoyed, I brushed it away A thoughtless way of taking its life I saw its body Lying on my desk Why I wanted it dead I really didn’t know I’m no more happy Now that it’s gone So why on earth I did that for In the distance
I see the horizon I see you hear your whisper. In the distance there’s the bridge I walk on meeting you at the other end. In the distance the sky takes up different colours I’ve lost you among the hues. I’m broken we’re together no more you’ve left me in the distance |
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 |
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