Lionel Woo Poems

May I get back to the date,
After which I was no longer a maid?
At that moment his only kiss changed my fate.
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Gazing your face on,
So long, so long,
Even to blink am I reluctant.

In haloes wrinkled by dimples,
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Chisel keeps craking on rock which sounds a song,
Days, months, years, and decades gone,
A sweaty man works on,
Up cloud a ghat forms.
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