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These yearnings of yesteryear
Strips of gold
and everything luminous yellow.
The heat of sun on prints and patterns.
Wooden planks bearing witness
to old women and grinning babies.
Maps of the world on cold grey cement,
where i once lay,
a matriarch and her old fake leather radio.
Now on my skin, the blazing concrete roof.
These yearnings of yesteryear,
did they make me happy?
Deer in forest
The end is nigh
The end is nigh.
To low from high.
Christ has come.
To meet His Bride.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy will be done.
Singapore 50 years ago
A Picture of Calm
The leaves are gold where the sun falls.
Sparrow darts into a dreamy orange.
The Wind whispers and the tree rustles.
Evening glow wraps like cotton.