Poetic

Where would your heart be when everything takes place so quickly? Admit fact that we are all like the sea water drifting to nowhere .. .. Each and every word my own, each and every emotions i own...

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Adieu

The clock that stopped ticking.
A moment considered done.
When will time be alive to bring me back to the day so filled with inexplicable happines?

Endless questions may seem to flow,
where would it flow?

A place i would be at,
an eternity with forever,
my home, my real home.

Surrounded by genuine faces,
genuine hearts.
Goodbye to the outside.

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