death
unearths
years
and days
to allow us
the liberty
to cry over
kisses, smiles,
hugs, advice
now edified
as eternal graces
in darkness
and private
sobs are shed
until the days
and years
bury
the kisses, smiles
hugs again
deep within
our recesses
burial and life
a ballgame
for the dead once
for the living
- on and on

john tiong chunghoo

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