missed train <br />sight of a deceased <br />he throws the new ring away <br /> <br />fresh hope <br />first light brusts <br />through the sky <br /> <br />sound of waves <br />a boat bobs up <br />and down the sky <br /> <br />mom's tinkling bracelets <br />the warm feeling <br />in the house <br /> <br />the flow of my pride <br />gentle water in all its splendour <br />my horoscope <br /> <br />so small <br />i let the ants on sugar <br />run free<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haiku-galore/
