Orphan

Love seems too fine an ether

To dispense into this world

My heart held onto it dear

As long as humanely can

Then, into a harsh cruel realm!

Withers and evaporates

An orphan with no abode

No window saw or listened

No door ajar welcoming

No hearts for its recapture

Or sweet asylums rapture.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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