CY@CY Says Welcome to my dreamscape. Where a Lim is also a Ling.

Oh flower garden Where have all the flowers gone Not Bob Dylan song

Night of howling winds Dead leaves scurry everywhere He yearns to be home.

Choosing good durians My sixty-six-year old hands Get poked with pinholes

The name I think of After the phone stopped ringing The inventor Bell

Monkeys run around Foraging from tree to tree Driven by hunger

A dark moonless night Lightning streaks across the sky The girl shrieks in fright

GrabFood delivers My order of a pizza Drenched by the rain

He trembles in fear At the sight of the needle The nurse wears a smile

Mud prints on the porch His cat is at it again Chasing little birds

A hot moonless night A drunkard sings his heart out Letting go his hurt.