Pokkara himalaya
its tranquility holds
my breathe
...
i too swing around
the sarongs of
obama's childhood
...
kyoto bamboo shoots
i bite into every inch
of spring
...
nobody can
compete with nature
everything is put
...
mustafa noor
he carries the theatre
with him
...
light smile
i feel the weight of sarawak
in those hands
...
apple worm
there is a stage for
everybody to dance
...