john tiong chunghoo Poems

you leave behind a scent
that trails the sky
my nose has cast
a net that succeeds
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eyes help the body
sense constituents
of the world, body points,
parts both seen, unseen
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death helps delet an identity
and bury it forever in soil
life continues to flow till another physique
awakens it to another existence,
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late grandma's index finger
still points to my first year
that salty touch as she
explored my first tooth
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sweet, sour, bitter, salty
is there any other taste
we have to ask of
it from the almighty?
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the only export you can do
from one age to the other
from this world to the next
without getting any less an acquirer
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does it flow like a river?
its source in the mountain
chiming a crystal clear sound
since the first rain of creation?
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grey - there is a blessing
in the cloudy weather
when the sun hides itself
behind soothing colours
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between the space
of your buttons
i plant my reincarnation seeds
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taman negara
trees with bigger roots than the Angkor's
take hold of my mind
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