After The Atlas - Poem by Kyle Ong
Recreated fate, hope, travelling and passion.
Those were the things that I left you for, I hope you'd understand.
To create a beautiful visual through literature.
From masters of master, they agree.
The best art is not one that is created but one that is told.
As I stare through the Atlas of the Cloud, I see the deeper message, the deeper meaning.
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I would like to dedicate this poem to the, creators, storytellers and alao all the people who loves and understands what I'm trying to interpret about this film in this poem.
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