Sipping champagne from a white paper cup Eating some Chut from a shell that was cut Watching the sunset of orange, blue and red I’ll remember this day until I am dead
On a wooden bench that was meant for a park One of many on this beach that was painted so dark I watched the waves break, their fury that calls The river that fed them made sublime golden walls
A time in my life when I traveled the world This Miri of wonder, a dream that unfurled I felt the warm breeze as it blanketed me While sitting and watching the South China Sea
Thursday, May 8, 2008 - NOTE - Dead snails and "live" people, Malaysia was the best Malaysia I have ever visited (among others)...