Wednesday, July 2, 2008

In Between Darkness

The place was - dark, narrow, hot
The air was - stale, cold, quiet
The people were - frozen, silenced, lifeless...

Warm orange lights
Cast upon cold, frigid bodies
Brought away from home
To a more promising land

In between darkness
I've found my rightful place

Cool winds between my hair
As I settled down
Closed my eyes
And joined the slumber melody
Until a voice called
"Ok, mari Yu Hua"

Welcome to the
World of the morning session school bus

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