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Jun 18
The no man's land
is not nowhere
but hidden
within oneself

the labyrinth
left alone
terra incognita
where no seed is sown

that wasteland
the owner can't claim
the dark cave that can't
be lit by the brightest  flame

time rushes on mindlessly
and will not arrested or tamed
the self shrinks and  dissolves
its life morphs into a sorrowful game
Written by
Dr Peter Lim  M/Victoria, Australia
(M/Victoria, Australia)   
67
   Weeping willow
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