Dust
- Kang Bee Hua
- Dec 12, 2020
- 1 min read

Once a frame containing
Ideals, hopes, talents, ambition
Sundry emotions.
Dreams - some shattered;
some fulfilled.
Now, an urn-sized compact
of mere particles.
Never again to be revered
In its original frame of fame.
The only thing I could capture
Is your spirit
of the way you walked, talked, smiled,
lived, loved.
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