Wilson Khor W.H. Biography

The sun paints the sky
with colours of curry

Best enjoyed with rice
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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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