of greens in Bentong
Your silence bid me quiet
A kind surprise
of words run dry
This song kept for reprise
A mirror or a shadow
Your lonely voice surmised
But sharper than an arrow
Your wits to none chastised
A whisper from your eyes
lulls me to come your side
A gentle laugh your wisdom masked
A beauty in disguise
— And may I make you mine?
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