Sipping champagne from a white paper cup
Eating some Chut from a shell that was cut
Watching the sunset of orange, blue and red
I’ll remember this day until I am dead
On a wooden bench that was meant for a park
One of many on this beach that was painted so dark
I watched the waves break, their fury that calls
The river that fed them made sublime golden walls
A time in my life when I traveled the world
This Miri of wonder, a dream that unfurled
I felt the warm breeze as it blanketed me
While sitting and watching the South China Sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm with you, travel is bliss