A street in Malacca by Lee Siu Wei
A quiet window
For us to peer back in time
To seek yesterday
At times with apprehension
Sometimes with expectation
Images that flit
In and out of our minds
Transient passages
Through the eternity of time
Bringing bygones to the fore
Impressions that stay
Stubbornly lingering on
Some with nostalgia
Some with pride and happiness
Others with shame or sorrow
Secret treasure house
Of great wisdom and knowledge
Grasped from experience
The foundation of our being
The essence of what we are
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