They’re like fallen leaves
Wrinkled and brittle
Ironed out
By the weight of the past.
Do be careful
When you turn the pages
Of my life
That now longs to be rewritten.
Lifeless
Is this windless night
The weary souls
Struggling against the web
Of city life
Are now cocooned in bed
Their dreams unread
Till the birth
Of another day.
© Chan Joon Yee
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