i hand on to transcience
like it is a commodity
only to be smitten with tears
i thought about nirvana
like it is a commodity
to be had eternally
only to be smitten with tears
cruising, i refuse
to stop by the port of
self conceitedness
watering my plants
the zen of sound
relaxes my senses
watering my plants
the zen of sound
relaxes my senses
i am the earth
plant all your beliefs
onto me
Bintulu kite festival
sweeping us off our feet
coral fishes in the sky
roses are nature's prayers
trying to reach out
to the Creator
the roses
folds of
nature's gratitude
courtship
clothes unveil
the heart
coursthip
clothes fail to conceil
what the heart desires
little mermaid
never drying up
the sea and her love
bakun dam
impounded
the rejang and its people
one dropped leaf
the ants' green meal
feeds my fascination
rush hour subway train
donald duck on my shirt
kisses her mickey mouse
young girl and dove
each longs for
a flight of passion
Monday, November 1, 2010
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