Night...

Since at a young age, I have always realised how colourful is the life I'm living in, though it wasn't the brightest colours anyone might have imagined.. And so, I have learned to enjoy my solitude...
Almost every night..with only the dim light from the little kerosene lamp, through the shapes of my little fingers, I gazed upon the stars through the wooden 'kampung' house window, and let my imaginations running free.. to a place beyond dreams. Those were the nights, I have slowly found my inspirations to create the visions in my mind. And these visions have given me a strong urge to start writing. And finally, at the age of twelve, I have written my first poem...

Night

The darkness is here again

little birds shivering in fright

coz' no one come or ever aim

to change it into lovely lights.

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What's so frightening at night..

is the owl singing those horrible songs..

or the vamps' when the clock struck twelve..

or just you who's frightening yourself?

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But all I have to do at night

is to find the treasure in my dreams

coz' when I open my eyes

a brand new day will begin.

-written at the age of 12-

I always have a little laugh in my heart when I read this poem. It does somehow, reminds me how funny I was..fearless.. and I was only twelve!
The lines are all in a rhyme. I think it's because the first few books I just love to read again and again when I was little.. were the books of Nursery Rhymes.. All the pictures in the books were so colourful, beautiful and classically painted. There were funny pictures of The Three Blind Mice, Humpty Dumpty, Baa Baa Black Sheep... and so much more. I just love them...love the books.. love my solitude.. love the dreams.. love the nights.....