Tag: Singapore

not a single word: beetle beneath the stone deserves to keep its secret

a border imagined: summer hands over the keys to autumn

just barely: the rain at midnoon quiets the fires of chaos

keeping dreams fragrant: the smell of jasmine wafting from a far away and untouched place

keep your magic small: fit it in your pocket and carry your wonder across the lands in search of adventure

the morning fog belongs to whoever that sings to it

moonless sky: the scent of distant rain disrupts the dream

the warmth is hunted to the edges of the horizon by a wraithlike cold

curtains open to birdsong insinuating the quietude and creeping grey

silence and stillness hand in hand