Every evening around seven
From my balcony at back,
I see a flock of little birds
Flying eastwards from the west;
They knew exactly where
They were going
For their evening’s rest.
From my balcony out front
I see a flock of bigger birds,
Flying east then turning south
In the sky over the sea;
Going into the clouds
they knew so well,
Where they want to be.
(Klebang, Malacca, Malaysia 2010)
Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 4:14 AM UTC
Every evening around seven
From my balcony at back,
I see a flock of little birds
Flying eastwards from the west;
They knew exactly where
They were going
For their evening’s rest.
From my balcony out front
I see a flock of bigger birds,
Flying east then turning south
In the sky over the sea;
Going into the clouds
they knew so well,
Where they want to be.
(Klebang, Malacca, Malaysia 2010)
written in 2010 from my sea-front condominium in Malacca
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