john tiong chunghoo Poems

the blazing sun's lost in its own shine
the clouds encode each of the rays,
cotton waves of scarlet, red, orange
the last signature of the sun before
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are we measuring time
or is time measuring us?

how old is time? where is its
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the dinosaurs
did they know
their size forbode
a great task
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why change
after so long
we had thought
we have been made
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the white paper
a dot he made
it pulls the mind in
like the man's character -
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there are so many
ways to look at the world
as many ways
as there are eyes
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chinese wedding
two red candles burn
though the night
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honour is feeling you are special
because you have made others
feel good about being themselves
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hope is the thing with feather
it flies, flies with an air of a wanderer
carrying a muse to distant shores
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it's okay if nobody reads
i will bind them
keep them
pray for somebody to burn them
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