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Sep 2016
When Sun and Moon have found their place,
Angels gather as witnesses of first birth.

"Let there be life," Theos proclaims.
Incipient buds appear. Promise of Beauty forever.

Life bursts forth.
Flowers and weeds grow together.

Weary gardeners tend the soil.
Angels in silence weep when flowers fall.


by
Wyle Tan
(On seeing the first buds after the rain. 14 July 2016)
wyle tan
Written by
wyle tan  M/Singapore
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