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Jin Chun Poem
Could I not follow?
And if I could not,
Would that be shallow?
One phrase, a simple breeze
‘Twas all I wanted,
Between the trees.
Yet every open hand
Is measured for a blade;
Every silence made to stand—
Proof of something I made.
I grow tired of explaining
What love is not to me,
As though affection, unrestraining,
Must conceal duplicity.
Every word, a trial,
Each kindness, accused.
Every act, a file.
And somehow, everything, excused.
All the evening asked of me
Was only stillness, only air.
I had it once, between the trees.
I cannot find, no more.
Could I not follow?
And if I could not,
Could I swallow?
Copyright © Jin Chun | Year Posted 2026
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Jin Chun Poem
Wisdom alone, or foolish together?
A simple blunder, setting the tone.
Where is the sun in the night sky?
Where is the flower in the dark?
Take a walk with me and bloom and grow—
It is meant to be.
Copyright © Jin Chun | Year Posted 2026
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Jin Chun Poem
Yet, Not Yet
No fruit out of season—
Just that it was no season.
Taste the winter red
And the summer gray.
Am I out of season?
Or is it yet the season?
Is there a season?
And yet, I am, today.
Copyright © Jin Chun | Year Posted 2026
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Jin Chun Poem
I plead,
Weigh not my heart,
With lil’ rest and help nought,
I plead again, weigh not, my heart.
Weigh not..
Copyright © Jin Chun | Year Posted 2026
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