john tiong chunghoo

(Jan 21,1960 / NEW YORK)

Visit Malaysia Year: Fort A Famosa old graves (State of Malacca)


fort a famosa little jittery
just across the fence
a child's marble grave

the only things that warm
the old, broken graves
sunlight and their love messages

Around the A Famosa are many old graves some several hundred years old. They are of marble and broken in many parts. However, what keep them warm when visiting these graves are the sunlight and the love messages on these graves from love ones.

Submitted: Monday, July 13, 2009

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  • Ency Bearis (7/13/2009 11:41:00 AM)

    a nice tour.. great description and history to the site...thanks for sharing....10 (Report) Reply

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