As The Wind Blows Poem by john tiong chunghoo

As The Wind Blows



as the wind blows
the rain beats down
the nose picks
up scents that
give way to little
sweet inklings of
yesteryears
the person could'nt
really remember
the flitting joy
of being there
and not there
the flitting joy
in the coruscating
flight between
the sparkles
of diamonds

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john tiong chunghoo

john tiong chunghoo

Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo East Malaysia
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