Like delicate bubbles
Floating in the ether
Dancing in the breeze
Spheres of influence
Orbs of luminous love
So brief, are our lives
With, slightest touch
A fleeting embrace
Like a blink of an eye
Gone, in an instant
But for clouds of tears
Fading as memory
Time caught in its flimsy
Slipstream membrane
To be on in harmony
Of endless, endless spheres.
Cheung-Ling Wong
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