When it is night, you imagine
every star to be a pillar
of fire. When it is day, the column
of cloud is mistaken
for a mirage.
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- Physician,Presbyterian Elder , his writings (poems, inspirational pieces, short stories, medical articles)have appeared in 44 different journals published in Malaysia, Singapore, India, Australia, New Zealand, USA.A prize winner in many different poetry competitions, including tne prestigious 1995 New Straits Times-Shell poetry competition.Many of his inspirational poems have been translated into Mandarin. Author of 3 books of poetry, "White Magic","Postcards from Kluang" & "Familiar Strange Country".Presently working on his 4th book of poetry tentatively entitled "A Different Kind of Magic".
1 comment:
I really liked this.
Beautiful colors!
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