SY Wong ... Poems

Our life is like a tree.
Can be as old as a tree.
We stand up tall
like a tree.
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hoot, oot, hoot oot oot..
Ah, this is the sound of that bird again.
Heard on occasion.
Can't see any bird.
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Living naturally
as husband and wife.
A nature surrounds.
Breathing winds and breezes.
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Mother!
I do miss you
All these years you are gone.
Until yesterday when I looked into the mirror,
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Mind.

I shouted, ' Mind your business'. Then, the mind stops...
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Looks like, as though the rain machine is hanging right upon the sky
somewhere between the sun and the earth hangs
though you see no strings or harnesses, now the sun shuts dim like closing eyes
and now cranks, that machine
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Did you invite the rain?
No, it needs no invitation.

Do you like the rain?
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Aha, moon
Aha, moon
I saw you from the balcony
Your smile is enchanting.
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The Nian and the Virus.
The big and minute
We got to run
Run and hide!
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The big 'Nian' is running
into the wilderness of the night
just by the sound of a cracker
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