As I inhale the breath of yours towards the horizon
Butterflies of seasonal flavours are aired
To engulf you along your path
To the meromictic lake signed by nature.
As I sense the shadow of yours towards the edifices
Calmness of regional mood is gifted to you
As you step towards the aesthetic Gautama
Posing in Thai and Burmese styles.
As I hear the stride of yours towards the floras
Crickets and cicadas sings a welcome song
And guides you to my orchidaceae
Where classic blossoms keeps dancing for you.
As I feel the spirit of yours towards the lanes
Of little India and China town
Traditional glories proudly walk with you
Limning the lives of your forefathers.
As I smell the sweat of yours towards the temples
Over the hill, I drench the lord with your prayers
Spiritual power is blest upon you by his wish
As you return, a mizzle from the pearl of the orient.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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