Xing Voong
Writer/Aspiring EngineerLet Sadness Melted into Words
At nights, I just want to write Write as much to reach loneliness, Let sadness melted into words Only poems know the heart. There are unknowns in the heart I still don’t know where they hide, The Blues still sing sometimes Just fear no one cares to listen. Poetry is actually innocent Only the writer gives emotions to them.
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Xing is a writer and an aspiring software developer. He writes about education, culture, and technology.
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