You can't scare me, my mom is a Singaporean

Taught in a kingly intellectuality

Light as a yellow rose upon a yellow mine,

Through every valley and through every hill,

A passionate light in the wilderness of night,

Light of familiar earth, a thirsty bower,

Close here I flung thee into this golden valley,

Beside the thee with the purple flowers of night,

Shaken into forsaken embers he would know;

Alone in a speech for my shimmering body,

Brought down the darkness of a planetary dream;

Blown from a sunny earth with a separate green;

Muttering and mumbling now her quiet lot,

Because it was in that twin entity by dint

Brought down their office to a happier hour.

A sea of youth and fire and delicate gold,

Without thy power thy memory is dwelling,

Shone on the slumbers of the queenliest hour,

Rose of a drum, a quiet invisible sea

Light as a yellow yellow mountain of hours!

As I could look the day against my weariness,

Fair and shadowy as a flower in a place,

Hold her golden throne in a labyrinth of light!

I came an empty viol, a little city,

Olympus let a flower in human faces.

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