Cloud-swept, a dim opalescence settles on high
suspending dust, enkindling doubt in a befuddled age.
descending upon a dismal dreamscape of gloom,
for the morning sun to dispel encroaching darkness,
echo through the empty streets. It takes a wintry
choking on its own visions. The cold, glazed
By Ow Yeong Wai KitQLRS Vol. 17 No. 3 Jul 2018
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