A Different Pearl Of The Orient
At one degree north
I hear the waters of the East beckon,
I take that walk.
Barefoot along the shore,
Tiptoe on the balls of my feet.
Tiny waves wash ashore,
Up above me, clouds bounce apart,
An audio-visual symphony begins,
With the quick-changing natural portrait of primary colors.
The clearer the sky,
the bluer the waters,
the greener the trees,
the whiter the sand.
As the rays shine,
the pebbles and stones glisten as the “treasures of the East” on this tiny island called Singapore.
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