mountainous valley with evergreen forest against misty sky

My village, Pakyong….

A time that is long gone

disappeared into those foggy hills

I remember like a half memorised prayer

Like a sigh on trembling lips

A tiny cobweb entangled on the dark oak roof

A rustic wind-chime hung on a half broken window

A mildew eaten cabinet still holds some memories

in its stiff creaky drawers

A jackfruit tree that still casts its shadows on my tiny bed at night

The water that flows through the bamboo splits and frolics into the deep dark jungles

To that forgone land of mystic entitlements, my heart hankers with  outstretched hands

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