john tiong chunghoo Poems

pier
the sea orchestrates a song
the wind heralds my visit
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free whirling treat
watching gulls balance themselves
against the wind
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undulating
highlands
greet me in my voice
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realm of the dead
in the moonlit night
the mountain looms
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grace
of our kiss
in the wind our hair entwines
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deep into autumn
lost
in the woods
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teaching contrast
black bison looms
over the savannah
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yuan ming yuan
only the rippled lake reflects
its former grace
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holding me on
dearly to Vietnam memory
Cham bulbous deities
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