Good night
The night is filled with my fire cracking sensation
For it is the time I most cherished and missed…
The time where I can be me
So innocent, free and lively
The talking moon…
The eyes frenzied stars
Beaming to each other like children playing
on the Telok’s beach every Saturday morning.
The lazy owl singing the song of the old folk
And a quartet of bats giving him the back up song
How lovely to feel when the mist
showers the body of the old coconut trees
Giving them their chance to rejoice
after a thousand years of misery.
So peaceful
every time spent during those lovely nights.
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