By Aron goh Date: 2 October 1998
That night when joy began,
our narrowest veins to flush,
we waited for the flash,
of the mornings' levelled gun.
But morning let us pass,
and day by day relief,
outgrows his nevrous laugh.
Grows credulous of peace.
As mile by mile is seen,
no traspassers' reproach,
and loves' best glasses reach,
no fields but are his own.
-----aron.g-