A Memoir of a Poet

Written by Denis Toh (Date: Wed 9^th March 2005, Time: 1.51am)

Evening draws closer as the sun has vanished

And the moon streams with silver rays

Therefore my days are numbered

My life withers in fairest hours

Soon the beauty of my life will disappear

And the curtain will roll down silently

For my play is finally over

I take my final bow and weep quietly

Shadows and darkness slowly devour me

As I plunge deeper in my slumber

I taste the sweetness of my love’s tear

For this is the end of my life’s pilgrimage

My beloved bestows her tear on me

And pluck me a violet for my grave

With her soulful gaze

She looks gently down on me

Shed a tear for me, my love

For each drop of your tears

Will be in my diadem

Ah, those lucid pearls.

Copyright Protected @ 2005 Denis Toh

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