[o5]__my dishwater days.YOUTIAO.BABY

my dishwater days i pour away
carefully saving the ore i sometimes find;
a little togetherness, bits of affection;
a handclasp of friendship.
looking towards the hills of time
from which came a flow of endless days;
i shall scoop and pour away,
finding nothing.
and even the lil precious store
i accumulated maybe swept away
or lose its lustre..
from the storage in the dim recesses of memory.
hilary tham



my fifth skin.
i dunno if it's good.
my literature tcherr taught us this poem today.
damn saddening after i understand the poem.
*signs*..
hope you guys will like it. =))


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