Before i sleep and fall into a deep slumber,
there's a ripple in the pond of my mind.
This girl is merrily singing away, she throws her pebbles
one after another, she breaks the smooth glossy surface.
Ripple ripple, my thoughts come alive, she becomes a memory i cannot forget
but I place her here, in this safe anonymous haven so i can sleep, yet peaceful again.
She's a distant soul, propped in the extreme eastern Singapore.
There her house sits near the coast, there her surname has been grown.
As i watched the breaking waves, i couldnt help but sigh
painfully i recall the mere minutes we had shared.
pass us by into the fading memories, drowned in the sea
Somewhere along the horizons, there were visages of kyakers.
And not too long ago, we both were part of an expedition.
But far too little times our kayaks collided, and when we did, frowns were exchanged.
Yet I could not notice that smile she had, when i encouraged her to move on.
So that delightful maiden who lives by the sea and is named by the sea
Met and bewitched me on the sea.
So, often i find myself in the eastern end of singapore,
looking frantically for that angelic face
and i'd go "hey Sea!" and she'd turn around, amazed to find me. (hopefully)
But the sea is too big and i have yet to find my angel.
And i start to wonder if its a crime to dream.
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