Okay I posted these on Facebook and I didn't post them up here... Anyways I think these are my best ones so far... Enjoy! :D
Damned Be The Rain Of Morn
Damned be the rain of morn!
It eats up the morning moon.
Damned be the rain of morn!
The shrubs wither in the gloom.
The noon can't witness the bloom,
Of the trees, the bushes and the fruits.
Neither the night will prove it's cool,
Losing it's dance, the tango and the blue.
Blessed is the rain that comes late!
Allowing the morning glory!
Blessed is a wise decision of the rain,
To fall in late midday!
The morning will bloom in its pure white moon,
Midday the tress and the fruits.
Best of all is the night,
Which lingers a few, yet happy few,
The meaning of the blue.
Damned be those,
Who eats the pure white moon!
Eugene Koh
The Singing Streets
Whispers, whispers,
Down the cold, lonely alley,
Shivers, shivers,
Shush, away, away.
Sifting, sifting,
Harsh, cold rush,
The winds sweep through the alley,
Hush, hush.
Singing, singing,
The streets are singing,
"We are the lonely, we are the lonely"
Singing, singing.
Eugene Koh
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