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Aug 2016
What is this invisible hand that holds you tight,
An unspoken shadow who whispers at night,
A brilliant sun that illuminates your sorrows,
Until what once past has yet better tomorrows.
An undreary dream where one never awakes,
Engulfed in but pleasant euphorias for us to take,
As she implants thee with but a magical kiss,
Leaving but her gorgeous eyes for you to miss,
And when beautiful doves here gleaming above,
Perhaps then doth we say we have fallen in love.
Jay M Wong
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