through the telescope
through and through
i find a precipice
on paper in ink
a doll embroidered on cloth
drops down the cliff
no more glint of brightness
it disappears with the fall
no one can harness or put sunlight back on
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through the telescope through and through i find a precipice on paper in ink a doll embroidered on cloth drops down the cliff no more glint of brightness it disappears with the fall no one can harness or put sunlight back on
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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 |
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