(dedicated to Mr. John Tiong Chunghoo, a poet friend at poemhunter)
frangipani fold the same valley in
over another shines shooting stars
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I can smell it, feel it and I love it the words and the timeless place and feeling that they convey.
This is where the poem is ahmad; ; ; ; some stars were golden and some were pure silver all were blown to such a tune aspiring sweetly like a flower