She is gone...
Like the last leaves in autumn...
Though leaves return again they are never the same,
Yet always leaving again when its time is done.
She is gone...
Without hint or clue...
Like Christie without her memory,
she remains a question without answers,
because she refuses to be one.
Oh flesh of my flesh,
do you feel the burning of my heart?
Oh mind of mine,
can you solve my enigma?
Though heart pumps and mind stirs,
Neither can hear me...
They are gone.
~Kenan Yeh Rong
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