Collection OF ETERNAL STORIES
STORIES
POETRY
Sharing what I was experiencing | 03
Sharing what my feeling is | 15
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Editor's Notes CHATCHANOK CHALOTHONPISES Author
What is the world in your understanding? This is the collection of the stories and poetry about how I see the world. Hope you enjoy and think along to find out whether it is similar to yours. โลกของคุ ณ และโลกของฉั น อาจต่ า งกั น ที มุ ม มอง ฉะนั นนี คื อ เรื องราวอี ก มุ ม จากสิ งที ผู้ เ ขี ย นพบเจอและ อยากบั น ทึ ก เอาไว้ ว่ า ครั งหนึ งเรามองโลกแบบใด ภายในคุ ณ จะได้ พ บกั บ ทั งเรื องราวและบทกลอน ที จะทํา ให้ คุ ณ ได้ นึ ก คิ ด ถึ ง ชี วิ ต ของคุ ณ เองไม่ ม ากก็ น้ อ ย
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STORY 1: RED CLOCK ON THE WALL 02 |Â Story
Today, I don't have to hurry too much. I come to the classroom before it starts. I have a moment that I can stare at the 'red clock' on the wall. Sometimes, I am confused that 'Why we need to have a time?' and Why we have to hold the time with us everywhere and every time?' For me, the time is a culture. It has never changed and it has been sent from the past to this moment and will be sent to the future continually. (Although the time has changed every second), I think it is the stable thing (that is the thing which happened, stay, and will stay) in the world of change.
I have a question! : "What has hands but no arms and a face but no eyes?" Can you answer that?
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STORY 2: MEMORIES 04 |Â Story
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POETRY 15 | Poetry
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Just Be Enough
We want to fly high to the sky but, finally, we'll be to ground, die
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I JUST MISS YOU
i just miss you. repeated phrase in my mind is 'just miss you' i didn't know what the exact reasons why i have to. i just miss you and that's all. your smile, our smile just stuck in my mind and i hope you will be fine and that's all
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THOUGH THE LIGHT GETS LOST IN THE DARK NIGHT, DARK LIGHT SHINES BRIGHT LIKE THE SUN.
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