Tenuously tethered leaves,
Feed the thirsty soil.
After a blistering summer of defeat,
The autumn winds come low.
Feed the thirsty soil.
After a blistering summer of defeat,
The autumn winds come low.
I cite my soul
In contemplation of the after-war.
Whistle slow;
I want not turbulence.
Mighty waters,
Recede, recede just so.
Watery grave,
Encompass my wound-torn whole.
Ryner Lai (21st century) Malaysia
Source: Ryner Lai's blog
In contemplation of the after-war.
Whistle slow;
I want not turbulence.
Mighty waters,
Recede, recede just so.
Watery grave,
Encompass my wound-torn whole.
Ryner Lai (21st century) Malaysia
Source: Ryner Lai's blog
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