POEM | ISAAC LOH — When we leave this place for another To travel the worlds still unknown With but recollections of others Without the things petty we own I think I might die disheartened, Gazing sadly at long-lived life, That I made not more mem’ries forgotten, That I dwelled on gratuitous strife I thinkContinue reading “Recollections of Others”
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