Wilson Khor W.H. Poems

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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If Cupid would lend me
His bow and an arrow,
I'd aim it at the moon.
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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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