Well Spun

When did it become music to my ears?

The cacophony of sounds and voices

When did it become art before my eyes?

Kaleidoscopes of colour, lives and forms

When did it become love in my heart?

The maddening despairs of Mankind

When I saw, heard and found myself

In the midst of the maelstrom spun.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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