The shower is on,
As the sunlight slipped through the windows,
And hit the tiles on the floor.
Looking at my shadow amidst the glow,
While hot water sprayed upon my torso,
And trickled down to the drain faceplate.
This tranquility soothed me
On a hot Labour Day noon
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4 comments:
Cis! happy lah you now.. reunited di. Now can write poem di lah! :P
gnap
Aise, I fail as a poet. Can't you see it's a sad poem? Hahahaha...
u're gg to burn urself with the hot water with this hot weather.. haha..
gibson: yalar, the weather is so hot that I do not need to switch on the heater to get a warm shower:p getting use to the climate here, less and less pimple breakouts, haha.
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