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At the sight of you My heart leaps like a splash of raindrop on a roadside puddle Dances like frail flowers tenderly bobbing their pretty heads when the wind whispers sweet nothings in their ears In your presence, I am a maiden twirling around to an invisible melody My billowing
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I look for her in midnight stars, on moonlight beams, In lazy afternoons and blazing twilights, In the melody of singing larks and gurgling streams, In the deep, heavy silence of the mountains I seek her in colourful marbles and seashells by the shore, In the sand castles she once
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I am breaking through the shackles of my limited imagination as you show me the unknown colours of the sky cerulean blue to lapis lazuli but they are not more beautiful than the tender mischief in your eyes until now I was a prisoner of myself but you freed me
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Hey fire-breather, my arm’s length lover I’ve danced around you in ecstasy for a billion years, Never straying too far Nor getting any closer All day long you cast on me your roving eye Come twilight You rob me off all my colours And splash them on
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O flittering butterfly Let your colours bleed on my petals Brush your weightless wings against my cheeks And make me blush crimson and scarlet Bring me stories from other gardens Tales from the fields you cross, Tell me about the fragrant roses you kiss And about the damsels who yearn
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A melody somewhere drifting carelessly towards the setting sun leaving behind her abode in the bow and strings where the violinist had tucked her away, forgotten Where then are the verses, I ask All the stories are yet to be spun for the love, she says, is frozen in the
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I am the wisp of the smoke That escapes from your lips in a whirl.. I am the ripple of the stream You touch me and I dance away in a whorl.. I am the dream you see with eyes tightly shut I play with your mind And die when
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Mine is the song of the wilderness The ecstatic dance of the untethered Pity not my caged existence True, Many lands I can no longer tread But my spirit remains unfettered by doubt and fear I am present and infinite as Time There is nothing to wait for, nothing to
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What need have I for a princess’s jewels When I have a frangipani perched on my fingers? What need have I to swathe myself in velvet and cashmere When my skin is singed like sienna and burnished by the sun, And within it my heart is sheltered? What need
life, unadulterated
This picture was taken from a particular spot on the footbridge over the Geylang river near my place. (It is apparently Singapore's first suspension footbridge, built way back in 1998.) I don't quite remember when I started to do this, but each time I cross the
on writing
... your responsibility is not to the people you’re making the gift for, but to the gift itself. ~ John Green
life, unadulterated
Life in Singapore