Another Monument In Life
We strode on the meadow and we’re in the breeze,
We lifted our heads and watched the changing clouds,
Turning to crimson from a lack lustre grey. You
Was so amused by the sight when the last light still prevailed.
You looked into the reddish pink sky with such an ecstasy
That joy gently oozed from you gentle lips.
I however looked at a different scene:
A face beautiful that was amorously tinted as such.
We came to the monument, a memory of something,
Which no longer important. For now I took it as another
Monument in my life, the moment
The first time you walked with me.
Edwin Leung
The Savage Memorial Park in Auckland of New Zealand
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