At the mouth of the river, where freshwater hesitated before surrendering to salt, lay a vast pond born not of nature but of human ambition. It was engineered—measured, dredged, compacted, and sealed with intention. To human eyes, it was entertainment.
To human eyes, it was entertainment.
To investors, it was potential.
To officials, it was development.
To the fish, it was a border.
By day, the pond shimmered beneath a fractured sky. Towers of glass rose like artificial cliffs, their mirrored skins scattering sunlight back into the water, confusing even the most seasoned migratory instincts. Condominiums stood with pride, as if they had grown from coral rather than concrete. Balconies hovered over the estuary like spectators awaiting a performance.
But the pond did not perform. It endured.
......
I know I haven't seen you
I know we’re miles apart
I know I cannot hold you
But I feel you in my heart
Is it wrong to think of you
And you to think of me
Trying not to want
What we know can never be
......
At the mouth of the river, where freshwater hesitated before surrendering to salt, lay a vast pond born not of nature but of human ambition. It was engineered—measured, dredged, compacted, and sealed with intention. To human eyes, it was entertainment.
To human eyes, it was entertainment.
To investors, it was potential.
To officials, it was development.
To the fish, it was a border.
By day, the pond shimmered beneath a fractured sky. Towers of glass rose like artificial cliffs, their mirrored skins scattering sunlight back into the water, confusing even the most seasoned migratory instincts. Condominiums stood with pride, as if they had grown from coral rather than concrete. Balconies hovered over the estuary like spectators awaiting a performance.
But the pond did not perform. It endured.
......
I know I haven't seen you
I know we’re miles apart
I know I cannot hold you
But I feel you in my heart
Is it wrong to think of you
And you to think of me
Trying not to want
What we know can never be
......