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Dr Peter Lim Sep 2021
Everything in life
is unfinished business
even love and hate
joy and sadness
Dr Peter Lim Sep 2021
Words I have
as alive I am now
they stop on their own
when to the last farewell I bow
Dr Peter Lim Sep 2021
People talk of their strengths

       as for me,  my weaknesses I study

       life is a sharp ascent to better-hood

       what in future would I be?
Dr Peter Lim Sep 2021
Colours of autumn
speak of deep melancholy
of fragile beauty
Dr Peter Lim Sep 2021
What I am or not
none need to know--
in the public eye
I've nothing to show-

alone I live in some unknown fringe
where none would ever want to go
silence is ever my unfailing friend
by night the gentle stars for me they solely glow
Dr Peter Lim Sep 2021
Such gems to treasure   
    old books in unknown alleys   
    each carries a tale
Dr Peter Lim Sep 2021
“moonlight and mist caught in [woods] like lamb’s wool on bushes in a pasture.”
— Elizabeth Bishop, from “The Moose,” Geography III (Noonday Press, 1988)
Edinburgh, Scotland


Sweet melancholy
autumn mist and pale moonlight
gentle stream murmurs
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