Return to the Lah Lah Land

(A Traveller’s Story)

In the cabin

not high above

a random thought

whips through

the scattered mind.

When I arrive

at 11 pm SG time

it is 4 am over there.

Alas! In my second home

warm air dances with me.

Familiar faces and voices

become unfamiliar for

the first time in life

chills my bones

freaking, isn’t it?

Outside, the moon spills

her light generously

embracing me as usual

I repeat the word

one last time, Kia Ora!

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