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Feb 2014
That day after his birthday
my mind is tormented
by all those white walls
just like that long stare
cooled to bottles and blicks


so my mind is tormented
by all those long hours
thinking, re-thinking intoxicated
like wooden doors shed
to sit in the paint again, I bet


my mind is tormented
by all those minutes concentrated
like the Boeing's departure
penetrated
my heart is in deep torture
my soul deteriorated


three days have elapsed
since the last rainbow I detected
up above so many coloured impressions
memories coming to the surface,
many tawny reflections
all kinds ofΒ Β delightful expressions


darling, my mind is still tormented,
never stories told, no secrets ever unfolded
while driving homewards in silence
quite sad reminiscence


the rainbow on my right hand
on the horizon
is still a bright coloured band
but will soon be oblivion
like this partition....


Β© Sylvia Frances Chan
28th February 2014
23.55 hrs.p.m.WETime
Chilly stormy wind 2 C degrees now
Sylvia Frances Chan
Written by
Sylvia Frances Chan  F/Emeralds GREEN....
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