Puppeteer Poem by john tiong chunghoo

Puppeteer

nature has a free hand
to write its story of us
with our blood

he pulls strings
to write out each story
like a puppet master

we meet, we part
we love, we hate
through the pupeteer

the story tearing
through each vein we
brand as fate

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john tiong chunghoo

john tiong chunghoo

Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo East Malaysia
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