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Committing anachronisms in the name of love

WENG U PUN

The baby winks,
soft lids squeezed,
plump palms poised.

The father curls close,

his face enraptured,
pupils love-dilated.

The mother collects,
a sweet second saved, 
precious youth preserved.

The daughter observes 
and time relents,
even eternity extends.

 

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