Thursday, April 25, 2013

the stories in the village


The old village
Back in Kampong Kuantan
When developments hadn't arrived
The villagers easy going life

The stories that could be told
Sitting around listening to the adults
The stories of ghosts and black magic
In the dark night of breezing wind

The minds of the young
It could play with the eyes
Every dark object could be the ghosts
Hiding and waiting for the young to fall

When walking back alone
The shadowy branches reaching out
It could seem like the black art
Of the devilish mind capturing eyes

Some adults said
There were truly ghosts in the night
Of those time of fireflies
Twinkling in the dark of time

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