In cryptic the outlines gestate
And under the pulses they oscillate
It was a quivering hint to be au fait
With the dire adjure to aspirate
For far too lengthy to confide
Are those penchants to hide
A thought so silently clarified
Yet so audibly mystified
And my ponderous wish to levitate
From what I furtively pontificate
It was always an inkling to break and create
As it trails the merging slopes to date
And there you stand an effigy magnified
Whilst here I am on the other side
Turning my back against your pride
I pray to have my reflection dignified
About the Creator
Ashley Tong
If I were a painter, linguistics would be my palette, and poetry my favourite brush. If I were an artist, nature would be my muse, and music my companion, and I shall endeavour to depict life as I see it.
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