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Dec 2014
Is that a leaf, floating and leaving the tree?

Or a sign of the wind, swaying and rustling it?

Perhaps a mirror, catching the rays of light that once gave it life

Maybe just a reflection, impermanent as it lands on the water.
Written by
Victor Wang  SINGAPORE
(SINGAPORE)   
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   Lior Gavra
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