My mind is empty of you:
No soul, no song, no shadow
in my mirror, a silent sea.
Under this crystallised water
is my life dissected and pinned,
rare and fine, shell shining,
still eager to fly.
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Voices under the Sun
Observations of a bilingual writer, translator, reader, reviewer, journalist and independent scholar
Recipient of 2015 Victoria’s Multicultural Award for Excellence (eBook Dynasty, Australia)
Support Australian Women Writers Challenge
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