Justin Chan Poems

In these days of busy
lives,
Which from deadly routine derives.
Let music infuse your
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On a dusty morning,
I sit in my chair,
In the public library.
Reading, discovering,
...

The room is dark.
Candles need relighting,
Lights go on subsiding.
It's insides stark.
...

Simple, so simple,
Sorrow walks alone.
Simple, so simple,
She sits on the silent throne.
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Riding on horse and hoof,
Vaulting fence, wall and roof.
Going past meadows green,
Going to a place I've been.
...

Going home at last,
After a long, long day.
A day of sweat,
And tears,
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Staring at the phone,
Waiting,
Waiting for a ring,
Waiting for you.
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Reaching out, I fall,
Grabbing,
Missing.
An uncontrolled tumble,
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What,
You ask,
Is perfection?
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