Write, write, and write
When the skin tingles;
and got nobody to notches it for you
Know the time of painless is near.
When the skies seems far away;
and the cloud looked dazzling to let out the rain's
Know the time of harvest is near.
When the time seems stagnant;
and the morning stars refused to part for the sun
Know the time of bliss is around the corner.
When the voices refused to echo's on the cliff;
and the says snap hope's
Know the time of crossover is here.
When the mouth munch not long,
and the stars on the skies couldn't overshadow the single moon;
Know your happiness is everlasting.
Write, write, and write.

Stanley E Asia