I have never seen a city,
More in love with itself,
Its culture and people,
Than the island country,
Just like a woman who knows how incredibly beguiling,
She is,
The city serves as an obsession,
Of the rich,
As conceited as the exquisite cars,
On its shiny and polished streets,
As sweet as the people,
Who call it their home,
It is perhaps the only city,
That makes you feel more at home,
Than home itself.
-I did not want to leave (Singapore).
-Oyin B.
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Love,
Oyin .
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Darkness and Light
PoetryThe kind of poetry that you read and then read again, because you find too much of yourself lost in it.
