Underpass from United Square to Novena MRT
Looking down the path
Makes her cry with boredom.
Her eyes were glued downwardly,
Focused.
She has forgotten to look up,
Peripherally, there’s more life.
Until someone tapped her shoulder
Then she changed her gaze.
Her eyes glistened.
She saw how beautiful the other views are
and how wonderful the person who brought her
back to real world was.
Suddenly, her pearls of pain turned into golds of happiness.
She will forever treasure the one who awakened her.
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