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An Island


An island stands alone.
Water, water around it.
Standing tall and aloof.
I see the solitude.

Unreachable it seems.
An amour of solid wall.
I feel the  quietness.
An island, a solitude

I search for solitude.
Away from every demand.
For a while peace.
The storm kept at bay.

Even in the bustle,
I shut out the world.
Nerves frayed, weary.
An island, silence.

People demanding, shouting.
Left pulling, right pulling.
A need to rest.
An island, a refuge.

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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