Philo Yan Poems

Lost in the city
Lost in your thoughts
Lost in space
Lost in the hustle,
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If love can be measured,
I measure with flowers and leafs.
If love can be treasured,
My chest will surely heaves.
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Silent screams
of a hurting heart
of a broken soul
that has split apart
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Dainty Missy Orchid,
Rich in yellow cream.
Tall, sleek and slender,
With sleeves of leafy green.
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Free our hearts
from our asinine fears
Untangle ourselves
from protective gears
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I have happiness, what more do I want?
I wonder is it a comfortable bed?
I wonder when my fears have all fled?
I wonder when I'm rested, well fed.
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A day can go on smoothly
Like a bowl of whipped cream
A day can go badly
Like a scary long dream
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The fertile mind
rich with imaginations
surrender to wondrous inclination
illusive happenings becoming
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There is a dog named Maryland
who loves to prance and race and dance
on windy fields of Ireland
Praise the force in a sitting stance...
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With the rains came the profusion,
With the buds came the blossoms,
With the blossoms came the fruits
With the fruits came the berries,
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