Wilson Khor W.H.

The sun paints the sky
with colours of curry

Best enjoyed with rice
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As clocks strike midnight,

As children go to sleep
dreaming of Santa,
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The rain falls, shedding its tears
to feed the trees; keeping flowers alive.

But why do you fall, you who are unwanted
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I already knew
it wouldn't be long before

these flowers make way
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Behind each of those glass doors
is a universe of their own.

The food is the planets;
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George Town is my home.

I groan with my body
waking up each morning
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There is a reason why autumn trees shed leaves
And there is a reason why those leaves are golden.

There is a reason why we can't keep things
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A child
who never knew the seasons
once longed
to see autumn
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There's nothing poetic about brokenhearted people.
Nothing sings for them.
No song, no wind, no shade or comfort.
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I sit quietly
sipping fukamushi
along this one-way road
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Having mooncakes
all alone
as I wonder
how the Moon tastes like -
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As people appease the dead
offering food and joss-sticks
burning paper by the roadsides
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On the first day we met again
we chose to chase the sunset
- only to miss it.
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We can't stop nightmares
when they come in our sleep

But may your thoughts of me
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The sunset gives
a tint of gold
to leaves on trees
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May the moon remind you of me
if you could see it tonight

for I'm writing
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I couldn't remember when I first had you.
A newborn; yet to conceive
her own thoughts.
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If Cupid would lend me
His bow and an arrow,
I'd aim it at the moon.
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