Winnie Lim

the luggage travels place to place rolling over hills green with splendour

sometimes great beauty exists amongst the grey skies inspiring awe

leaves above rustle like rain falling with power nudging my wonder

impermanence is inevitably pending knowingly cherish

my shadow darkensceaselessly haunts in silenceas I awaken

the mind compresses like enclosing hurricanes I try not to drown

the trees sway in sync the storm raging endlessly so what the wing sings

how do we embrace the fleeting quality of a passing sunset

how can love begin for oneself without holding sight of one’s true self

the hope to me is in colours being placed where they could not exist