Cleopatra, Age 12, Singapore
It is by
destiny we meet,
and by courage we speak.
For the wild swans over yonder,
the dandelions that float in the air,
the beautiful days of summer,
your beauty and your flair.
The summer lasts, the spring lasts,
and so do winter and autumn too.
But will your love for me remain
when I depart?
Will you bid me bon voyage
when life tears us apart?