Poetry is my passion. Passion gives birth to my life. Heart makes passion. My passion makes my life.
Friday, 2 September 2011
When I lost you.
When ever i think about you.
Thought becomes stranger for me.
But wonder when stranger hurting me.
I want to call.
Call goes to wonder land.
Where no voice reach.
Then I wonder how to reach that voice on my heart.
Where heart becomes going on.
Said only one thing surrounded with you.
But still repeal you where are you.
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