Between darkness and light.
My feet are bare and cold,
Yet I am not afraid
As I occasionally step,
Into the unknown waters
Of the river Styx
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azure skies, white clouds
autumns’ breeze begins to chill
making passionfruit
anonymity
among the heaving masses
this is my desire
slip’ry as an eel
birth, death and procreation
Life in the mangrove
hawker stalls prepare
durian scents the evening
afternoon storms cleanse
seldom comes a day
when beauty cannot be found
lifes simpicities
on morning’s ebb tide
i contemplate summers end
beseeching autumn
