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Apr 2016
The years glide on
not so much as a sound
like late-autumn leaves falling
on the waiting ground

the sorrows we met, the tears we shed
love watched with faith, in silence and never frowned
that which is beyond the pale of words
is infinitely more sublime and profound.
Written by
MS Lim  Melbourne, Australia
(Melbourne, Australia)   
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     --- and DivineDao
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