Ever since Mum made me a kite and I gazed up at the sky, I believed I could fly like Ultraman and E.T, and I wondered what adventures we could have. I once believed the ultimate goal was to break free from the line and follow the wind into the vast. Now I cherish holding on to the final moment.
high above
drifting silent
a bird
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Amid the rhythm of machines in the ICU, you ride the relentless tide of a stroke, each breath straining to fill your fading lungs—all for one thought: the uncertain future of those left behind.
A kite flies freely,
harmonising with the breeze,
its string broken,
surrendering to
the
destiny of the wind.
David Ngo
Elephants and turtles
dance in the wind,
while lemongrass and tom yum
swirl in the air,
amidst
a babel of languages.
David Ngo
one road
upon another—
shoulders
to stand on
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treasure the moment
if only I could message
yesterday's
self
David Ngo
life's journey seeks
to
fill the blanks
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old town café
kaya toast with half-cooked eggs
bringing back the taste
of yesterday
which is gone forever
David Ngo
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