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Writer's pictureKang Bee Hua

Dust


Once a frame containing

Ideals, hopes, talents, ambition

Sundry emotions.

Dreams - some shattered;

some fulfilled.


Now, an urn-sized compact

of mere particles.


Never again to be revered

In its original frame of fame.


The only thing I could capture

Is your spirit

of the way you walked, talked, smiled,

lived, loved.






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