Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Thursday, February 26, 2009

Because you were the nation.



I wish to speak.

I am in the sea.
The sea is hearing me wail.

I am amongst the clouds.
The clouds are hearing me boast.

I am on the grass.
The grasses are hearing me howl.

I am with the children.
The children are hearing my stories.

I am with the cowboys.
The cowboys are hearing my woes.

I am with you.
You are hearing nothing.

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