View from a Lighthouse
Dr Abe V Rotor
Norte, overlooking South China Sea.
Habagat comes in art and bloomafter a long sleep in the darknights of a long dry spell gloom -slowly, life comes in a spark.
Through the window of a high rise,poor is my sight, the wind's my song,nature rises before its demise,like gem where it lies unknown.
Seasons come and swiftly goacross the forest, over the reef;through the veil of my window;creation's wonder is but brief.
Abstract figures crowd my mind,painting imagery anew,and reliving old scenes behind;of a world in passing review. ~
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