One night, when the countdown
to sunrise began...
The mystic forest is my dwelling.
It's amongst the tall spindles of evergreens...
Purple skies filled with glowing lights
Illuminated the path to God...
"Bide by the Moon,
follow Her glow..."...
The street looks a little brighter every night,
I wonder if it's really because of me...
Big brother is watching, Little sister close your...
It screams within me
where the sun fails to...
I was touched by
sunrise, inspired...
My chair has a mass of noodles
that have fell from the pot...
I like to watch my father chopping vegetables,
maybe for a Sunday stir fry or a hot lamb curry...
The strangest things I've told you:
I ride the bus to class so I never...
Hands to hips,
fingers sightsee across...