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Eyes The seagull came again
Flapping its snow-white wings
Sea Along the waves I clapped
For my narrator from the sea.
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FR OM In squeals and croons you told
THE This town of cacophony
THE
A void
Of echoes from my walking cane
A darkness
Without a sliver of light
Until you came.
Written by Cheong Je Yong Gently you plucked sceneries
Rough and sturdy red bricks
Where the boy with wavy golden hair strolled
Tasting the white salt in the wind
Caressed by green leaves
I once caressed through dots on papers.
The silence became vibrant
Gossips subsided
Your tales of my town
A pier for two.
A.I. Generated
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