john tiong chunghoo Poems

lone walk home
perched on the edge of skyscraper
the full moon
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heaty noon
the bottle collector's voice
echoes through the lane
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budding trees
the big bloom
on her spring dress
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summer rain
a young worm wriggles
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in two hours
the new bloom
unveils its full majesty
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adam's apple
his perpetual proof
i love eve
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in the end
we all bid
farewell
to ourselves
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only the bayan tree
by the temple seems
to be growing stronger
tougher these forty years
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annabel lee
my love
as you breathe
in my dream
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turn what your brain
inside out
and it will fill
a space
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