buenno

I write this now Under the sunshine bright skies The shade of a cedar tree casting a cooling shadow over me As pen touches paper I remember Nostalgia of past ...

The market is bustling.Rows of stalls, gleaming bright lights,Cries from vendors, buyers alike,Smoke rising, filling the still night air,Food made and sold nearly everywhere.One Char Kuey Teow, maybe

Note: Penglipur Lara in traditional Malay culture is the local storyteller for every village or town.Oh Mister Storyteller, story teller,Tell me a tale or two.Of Kings and Queens, Of life ...

My neighbor was a writer,Kept to himself, never said a word.Never had a friend, never needed one,Instead choosing to separate himself with the world.I would watch him through my bedroom ...