john tiong chunghoo Poems

smiling at me
in the blizzard
a solitary snowman
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morn
things burst
from within me
the ocean wave
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flute
new year tune
ambition
fills the air
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late November
neighbour beats us again
in dusting the Christmas tree
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mist
gathering water
my eyelashes
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three things to remember
black and white are equal
in the eyes of god
created for his penchance
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our thoughts are the blooms
and the wind our admirers
in so many ways it blows
and each time it does
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last posture
pink little sparrow
so still in its few feathers
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Bruno, Bruno
Where are you?
Are you scaling Batu Lawi?
Are you still up there on Batu Lawi?
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from the wire chirp
on the wire chirp
frantic head
to and fro
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