C.H. Seow Poems

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
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I brushed through the evening sky,
Where birds flying high;
I grinned.
They’re free from everything human has,
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Not a word to write,
Not a word to say.
I just stare blankly into the space,
And be hit by loneliness so quiet.
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Has the dawn broken?
For crickets are still singing away
from a distance,
far, far, away.
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The rain,
Just like the sour tears of my shadow.
Once again,
A spell is cast on me,
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Sunrise
Sundown
I look in your eyes
I sometimes frown…
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Ah!
The guilty twist,
Churning my heart like a windmill gone wild!
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A poem for my friends,
I wrote it when the year ends.
Words to be treasured,
You’ll never be alone, that’s assured.
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A book with a thousand words,
Seemed like a never ending fountain,
That goes on forever-and ever-and ever.
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