No one’d know,
But they’re not secrets,
Feeling hollow,
But they’re not regrets.
One ticket claimed,
Or should she care,
One’s leaving aimed,
And paid full fare.
Seas and grounds,
Landed and cruised,
Sees clock bounds,
As memories bruised.
Keep in touch,
In this long last trip,
And play the mute,
To tumble her grip.
Happy Loy Krathong 2006
Words by ‘Pong
Words by ‘Pong
very good and a neat idea – an excellent collage created from a discarded and unwanted bag.
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