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Nov 2011
Silence remembers the shadow of a sound
Like a shadow is the remant of light
What was and is, simultaneous yet distinct
At the fore, the latter, naught else

Winter barren branches, trophies of warmth
Sun that once flecked the air, kisses
One sided, denied their mate
Cruel company, an apt partner

A figure in the refuse; wax in white gown
Loved and cherished for but a day
Quelled by an extinguished flame
Forgotten in the settlement

Warm, fall, harden; even as the source dims
Love, blown cold by loneliness and realization
Upon a sill keeping watch o'er the dark
The heart and hope: trapped by longing

Life, silky residue on a smoking gun
Each instant is but an echo
A shadow. Dead before life's touch
Lived in retrospect
Nicholas Wong
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Nicholas Wong
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