john tiong chunghoo Poems

</>Malacca River
dazzling the history
of the old city
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kyoto bamboo shoots
i bite into every inch
of spring
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ting lik hung
yes, even the glance
is calculated
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Pokkara himalaya
its tranquility holds
my breathe
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i too swing around
the sarongs of
obama's childhood
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sadguru sri sharavana baba
a smile, a smile, intimately
bringing blessings
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you dont need a human figure
to be able to think
you dont need a human body
to be able to talk
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mustafa noor
he carries the theatre
with him
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light smile
i feel the weight of sarawak
in those hands
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