C.H. Seow Poems
A mended heart is broken.
The air of remorse,
Gushing across my sanity,
The fall of loneliness.
With a somber tune,
I hummed a song.
A Tale, A Story
(~ The very fate – Encounter ~)
The moon shines bright,
In the middle of a starry night,
With winter breeze that went so light.
Listening to the mountain’s song,
Where an eternal feeling came along,
Of how much hidden words were kept in thought.