Nicholas Lim

Looking at your face,
A thousand words surface,
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I dare not ask a kiss,
I dare not beg a smile,
Lest having this, or that,
Will make me proud the while.
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Above the sea the eagle soars,
Observing the seas waging wars
Peace with the world, without a care,
The sky to himself with no one to share!
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The flames consume the green fields,
setting the land ablaze.
Destroying the crops of summer’s yields,
under the heavenly gaze.
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Freedom is joy,
Sweet is its taste.
Like the rain on the earth,
Freedom is god’s grace!
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I’m all alone,
Withdrawn from the world below,
Covered in darkness,
Fear creeping over me.
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On the edge of my ledge,
I wonder,
If you still love me,
And if I still love you.
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Irony of life,
Brought forth from loins, yet
Seeming to destroy with strife.
Life brought with upset.
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Of this I tell in simple words,
Nothing shall be better -
For the story of a life, not borne,
Can mean a desperate end.
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Twas an ordinary day, the sky raining down upon
Those tears foretell, the events told hereon.

On this very fateful day,
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My dear, I love thee so much
That the sight of thee gives me joy
Please give me thy heart,
And love me till the seas run dry
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The flower wilts,
The grass sways,
Life is bare and cold.
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It was on tis summer’s day I felt my love for thee,
Sitting with my chatscreen on with my laptop on my knee
The love, warm as it was, was felt in my heart,
I knew well, from then, you were my one and only light.
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I drive with ends in mind, I wonder, in thoughts I love to dwell,
Which road leads to my best find? Which, I cannot tell.
For I’m driving with my eyes blind, back I cannot turn,
The irony of this thing I’m in, from my past I never learn.
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Frail bones and strained smile tear a weary heart,
The world’s eye, unseen, passes a judgment mark,
Answers to mysteries, that we’ll ne’er find,
Where in this wide world do we seek our luck?
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The wind,
how strong it blows.
The sturdy trees are chagrined,
they bend down low.
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If such Love were to exist,
we would find it around.
The beauty of nature to sing us to sleep,
while the sounds of birds surround.
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Bits of my soul spread across this world
with every confidante I gained.
With every step of life endured,
A haven of hope maintained.
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The leaves, the wind hath stop blowing,
The branches, the birds hath stop singing on.
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This concrete jungle keeps people
in solitary hold, a wall of stone
brings not security, but a sense of
rebellion, for all that want to
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