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Yusof Asnan Aug 2018
Her eyes speak of
sorrow which no
words could
Her lips pursed
trying to keep
her mind from
thinking just
when she should
say enough.
But she kept
holding on,
Surviving another

Lunar Mar 2014
howling at the moon,
in the deep cold of the night.
the lone wolf lurks around,
expressing its only fright.

it cries out for company,
but all he gets
is the wind.

blood runs cold,
fur collects frost,
a hush falls onto his lips

this is the lone wolf's silencing,
and silence he shall keep.

— The End —