Walk
in the jungle trek
The
long cool fresh air
With
the bright sun ray
Blooming
down from the sky
There
is no heat
With
the cool wind whoring in my ears
It
feels good to walk in the jungle path
Leaving
out the daily routines of life
The
sound of birds and insects
Accompanying
me on my walk
Leaving
me with their memories
For
they know they will not see me again
The
walk to plant my footprints
Of
those years living up in the hill
The
last walk to remember
Eventually
I never return again
Most
people I knew
They
left the place too
Some
married and migrated
Some
live in Australia; some in KL
I
am in the tin city
Living
the care free way
Though
not like the hill
But
life suits me here
Though
I still think of the hill
The
cool weather and songs of birds and insects
The
girls who came and gone leaving their memories
I
have my history leaving it all behind
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