The day the storm hit the coast
he drifted along the shoreline
looking for trouble in her jade eyes
– see-through waves through
the discoloured sun –
chaos and fury in his heart
hoping to find her of the pale eyes
forever resting in the waves
You could have had your elbows propped up on the parapet of the ferry to the kampong You could have sighed at the sunset faded from the lo...
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