Justin Chan

In these days of busy
lives,
Which from deadly routine derives.
Let music infuse your
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On a dusty morning,
I sit in my chair,
In the public library.
Reading, discovering,
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The room is dark.
Candles need relighting,
Lights go on subsiding.
It's insides stark.
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Simple, so simple,
Sorrow walks alone.
Simple, so simple,
She sits on the silent throne.
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Riding on horse and hoof,
Vaulting fence, wall and roof.
Going past meadows green,
Going to a place I've been.
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Going home at last,
After a long, long day.
A day of sweat,
And tears,
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Staring at the phone,
Waiting,
Waiting for a ring,
Waiting for you.
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Reaching out, I fall,
Grabbing,
Missing.
An uncontrolled tumble,
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What,
You ask,
Is perfection?
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Do I dare to dream?
Is there hope to see?
Trickling like a stream,
Far away from me.
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Trapped,
Trapped in a world
of darkness.
Shadows,
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A starless sky,
It is dark.
Clouds cover the moon,
Blocking its azure glow.
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Envision,
An endless horizon,
Tantalising,
Just out of reach,
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The summer sun seems happy,
As it shines with childish joy.
3 o'clock in the afternoon,
I sit,
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Rolling hills,
Warm sun,
Trickling creek.
Such is the face,
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In with the new,
Out with the old.
The waves so few,
Grow ever so bold.
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When I gaze,
Into your eyes,
Those deep, thoughtful eyes,
My heart,
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What does it take,
To fill a hole?
A chasm,
Made of misery?
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