C.H. Seow Poems
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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.
Dreams are often yours and mine
Of pearl white roses and Clementine
To the day it’s handed to you on valentine
Moments of these were often sweet and fine
Dreams were like stars beyond that
Fades away as it took all we had
Shuddered dreams of pieces broken