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                  Mold

            Days after days

            Month after months

            Years after years

            Time is ticking away

            I see myself stepping

            On a strange ground

            Climbing so high &

            Looking down

            Everything seems zooming

It is You Lord

            Leading me all the way up

To this strange ground......

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Once before

My feet was weak

So scared to get up

Cause the pains so real

Same as stepping on a silver pins

Right thru my nerves

Ready to give me a push

Falling on the floor

Cover with purple marble

I shut my eyes so tight

Give myself another try

Both hands on the floor

Struggles to lift myself up

Again, I fall down

This time with greater pains

Poor man as I

Can't even stand properly

The night fall

Everyone sound asleep

I sat next to the window

With India brown-maroon curtain

The moon shining down

Turning everything into deep blue

Keeping me in company

I love the night

It left me with the sense

Of quietness & peace

Sometime I like to lit a candle

In the darkest night

Watching the little dancer

With yellow sleeves & orange dress

A pair of blue ballet shoe

Dance along with the breeze

Not for long

I fell on my pillow

Dreaming that I can dance......

As the sunlight grow

The candle light fade

Left behind the shadow

So as my dreams

Dying away

I wish it could be real

At least for once

Looking thru the glass window

I see different colours

People in blue, yellow

red, green & orange

& I'm the only one

colour with black & white

Why I always have to be

The strangest, the contrast

The different, the extraordinary

or the weird......?

I hate myself!

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Sometime

When the wind blows

Lifting the air ups

I just play my favourite song

With my old tape player

Let the air fills with melody

I would just sat there and listen

Humming along

& It's usually brought back

pieces of memories into my mind

Those good old time

I once had......

Open sky

Hanging lots & lots of cloud

Just like the blue tie-dye

I like to wear it

With my blue jeans

It was when I'm ten

Old enough to walk outside

All by myself

I love to lie down

& listening to earth's heartbeat

Enjoying the gifts of nature

Eventhough I didn't know who created it

Rainy day

Watching the raindrops on my window

Hearing the pouring sound

Up above the roof

I would jumpped on my bed

Cover my feet with blanket

I know it's going to be

A great time to fall asleep

With cool & gentle air

Like a granny's kind voice

Telling me a fairy tales

Babysitter whom I can't see

But feel it's presence

Entering my dreams

Just like the rainbow

After the rain stopped

Mixing the paints

With clear blue water

On a silver white container

Holding the paint brush

Dipping it into the colour paints

Brush it over the pencil sketch

On the blank paper

I love to draw

Cause it reveal the scene

Appear on my mind

(Not finish!)Poem By

Felix Chai

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