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Poems I carry with me: A Scrapbook
Friday, 30 December 2016
Lost in Winter
Lin Shun-Shiung
Lost in Winter
No earth, no sky, can be discerned at all,
Only these ceaseless snowflakes: still they fall.
Hashin
Sometimes less is more. Sometimes a moment is enough to appreciate.
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