tiny yellow flowers carried downstream: letters to ghosts
Tag: Singapore
all bridges crossed or burnt must be troll tolled: pay one day we shall
blood becomes the bridge between razor and flesh
strange is the crow who sits in a circle of wild violets
bodies become burdened with silence whenever the evening turns golden
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
