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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