missed train
sight of a deceased
he throws the new ring away

fresh hope
first light brusts
through the sky

sound of waves
a boat bobs up
and down the sky

mom's tinkling bracelets
the warm feeling
in the house

the flow of my pride
gentle water in all its splendour
my horoscope

so small
i let the ants on sugar
run free

john tiong chunghoo

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