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The giver


A soft touch, gentle
kindness felt, a balm
ready to share, over flowing
the giver, a heart blooming.

A flower of beauty, fragile
abundance dots the fields
the eyes sees the banquet
the giver, full of love.

Come, hands extended
a hug, wrapped in warmth
to be held with gentleness
the giver, full of light.

Searching, one that is lost
a hand reaching out
a lifeline offered
the giver, the caretaker.

A healer, touching hearts
compassion on lips softly spoken
the broken drawn to healing
the giver, the soul on fire.

This gift, born inside
cannot be duplicated
nurtured to grow with care
to one day become the giver.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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