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

Early evening The waves of the fishing boat Vibrate the sunset

A cold stormy night Enthralled by a horror tale Shivers down my spine

Your dirty laundry Never wash them in public It will just taint you.

A sunny morning Woodpecker peeps from its nest Busy day ahead

The grass cutter leaves The scent of freshly cut grass lingers on and on

Disturb an ant’s nest Furious ants appear en masse Defensive mode on

Just a waft of it Her nose crinkles with disgust She hates you, durians.

Woodpecker in sight Its pecking sounds rattle loud I lose my focus

Footprints in the sand Ending at the water’s edge No return footprints

Clothes hanging outside Down came a heavy downpour A free second wash