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B Yeung Jul 2018
A myriad of trembling fingers-
reeling at the loss of this utopia in which we live/

Love in the misty evening
As morning grows ever near
B Yeung Mar 2018
I am filled with
A peaceful and abundant
Sadness
B Yeung Mar 2017
Am I hallucinating
If I see
What others
Don't

Or am I just
Seeing what
Others
Don't?
  Mar 2017 B Yeung
Jamie Richardson
I follow the clouds passing
For what seems like hours I just stare
And although it is only here I'm standing
I could be anywhere.
a child 'a God laughing
in her
drawing book


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...کودکی در دفتر نقاشی اش
...خدایش می خندد
B Yeung Mar 2017
Ink
You
Spill like ink
Onto the dashboard
Of my soul
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