YeouCheng Ma

A gentle blend of primaries
Running through the spectrum
Evoked by the haunted.
An echo of prior breaches
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Past the memories and the silent sorrows
I must bury within the core of my soul,
I speak only of the beauty of the day
The evanescent peace of mind
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A long time ago, dewdrops reminded me of lasting beauty
I thought preserving them in my memory was sufficient.
Now I bear within me the crystalline beauty of distilled pain,
Forcing my spirit to mold to changes dictated by circumstances.
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God has made each of us a poet,
By our words, our deeds, our students
And with Her Grace, our progeny.
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Today, I actually smiled,
Looking at a blue wildflower...
I could hardly believe it,
The miracle
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I am the keeper of the silence,
The debits, credits and balances,
I am the keeper of the silence,
The hunger, and filling of the void,
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It comes to us gently,
This confrontation with the void.
First, it’s a lost phone number,
Or a password to some account,
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A small patch of blue
Gives hope to the most frail
With promises of spring
And fresh flowers.
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