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An instinct within

First impressions.
A person oozes signals.
Either calm or unease.
This is strongly felt.

Call it a sixth sense.
A bad vibe felt.
But not all is bad.
Good vibes radiates.

An instinct within.
Like a radar.
Spotting evil.
A gut feeling.

This sense a gift.
Can sometimes be cursed.
Reading cross signals.
In between a shiver or warmth.

To draw back.
Not to touch.
Yet a hand shake.
A dirty feeling.

Wanting to wipe.
Contamination felt.
To wash the hands.
Is this being paranoid?

Good vibes of peace.
To extend your hand.
Joy radiates outwards.
The hand clasped is warm.

How do I explain?
These different vibes.
Each person projects.
Their aura I touch.

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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