john tiong chunghoo Poems

close of day
the barrage of questions
mom's story hour
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Banana Grove
In the wind a young leaf folds
unfolds
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broken roof
the child dances
in the light spots
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start of day
the beggar throws some coins
into own begging bowl
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senses have eyes
deceived by
our all seeing eyes
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every of the years that has sank
into the treasured porcelain
makes a beautiful, authentic signature
that only time can create
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eyes can blind
and blind disastrously

it is not that they
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so many paths
never saved plath

a multi faceted mind
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i followed
frost too
to that
road less
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where i live
race issue is
bantered about
like a pop song
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