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Monday, July 13, 2009

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Hiie ppl!Now doin synthesis...and 2dae stay bactill 6pm sia....Now i'll be v. busy as i hve tuition @ class everydae except for tuesday...anyway..Heres a poetry to share wif all of u...The topic is call home..
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Some call it a sanctuary
A tranquil place you find comfort,
solace and inner peace
And we are made to imagine that
idyllic picture:
Of that cozy cottage
erect on a field of daisies where
birds sing their songs
papas till their soil.
mamas bake their sweet cakes
sis and bros dance to country music,
till the night falls,
and all are soundly sleep in comfy
beds
dreaming lovely dreams
in the very place they call home

Mine seems many miles away
From that pastoral picture

A teeny weeny-HDB-we call
it here
where upon you step foot within
heavy rock metal music pulsates
every so often from sis's room
like an irritant in the air calls for a
wheeze
disturbing reveries and pretty
thoughts.And so bickering sets in:
Will you for God's sake turn that
down?The noise is killing me....

Exchanges of frustration erupt;
Can't help it,when there're no
daisies around to calm the nerves.
Yet somehow,soon after,
wrath dissolves like salt in water
into nothingness
and sister chatters of manicure and
pedicure and the boy who lives
opposite
once again the flat with a convivial
air.

This place we call home
is no grand place,no showcase of
'family of the year',
But it is a place so familier
that every nook and corner,every
every flake of falling old paint
has its place in our hearts
A place with tantalising wafts of
home cooked food,
Peals of shrilly,girly laughter
And sometimes childish remarks to
antagonise.

A place where doors are always
kept wide for you,
Just like how it had been for the
prodigal son
Who was lost and now found.

A place for more that just a quiet
sanctuary
For in here I find not only tranquility
But also the noise to obliterate all
traces of loneliness.
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Poetry Written by Chan Chi Ling,16
Nanyang Girls' High School
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Enjoy the poetry!
Oww..!my hands write until so pain.!
BB!
Tiring day,
Lixian