TANKA..............
John Tiong Chunghoo, MY

 

depth of autumn
all his words that
have fallen on deaf ears
he walks over leaves
soul bare as the trees
 

the moon inspires verses
the same small star 
twinkles at its side 
i recall the fine person
i rejected in love years ago
 

the moth
so riotous 
now so quiet
i look into its wing
and meditate
 

 

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