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

On the rocks she stands Looking desperately sad Plonk! She disappears.

A morning beach walk Cool breeze blowing on my face The pleasure is mine

The pair of hornbills Striking their own reflections In the car’s windscreen

A total blackout On such a sultry hot night Moon the only light

Watching butterflies Fluttering from plant to plant I wish I can fly

Our life is transient Savour each day with relish Every day a gift

Thou shall not kill but I have killed so many times Those damn mosquitoes

Love thy family That mosquito is his kin It carries his blood

A hypnotist’s show Someone starts kungfu fighting Bruce Lee in his mind

After his outburst His conscience pricks him badly Too late for remorse