john tiong chunghoo Poems

astrologers
perhaps, the sky was misty
the stars were hidden
or you were too occupied
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window shopping
a child twists to three
mannequins in dance pause
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the orange
when ripe
turns yellow
the yellow colour
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the joyous chirp
of a sparrow
in the morn sky
sends a heaven into me
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bird flu
teaching his pet parrot to say
i dont have bird flu
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loving the
young male singer
who won
all the awards
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the moon
sits in the sky
as if waiting for day to dawn
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new school year
fresh faces everywhere
the same old bell chimes
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london so quiet
after the blast
when, where, who next?
the real blast that unsettles
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silvery sky
the calmness
of heavens
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