Thursday, 22 April 2010
It's Your Choice
Sunday, 4 April 2010
Decision is yours
Will be a lot of things waiting out there when you decide to get out of the scope of your views for the sake of something that you're looking for, whether good or bad it is. Starting from now, reflect on what you select your options carefully before it was going to drown into the dark abyss disgrace.
Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Read It My Love
-L-
Friday, 26 March 2010
Mother Love
I love you mom.
Thursday, 25 March 2010
Realize it
Imagine if someone who gave it, was dead or left us for good. Of course, all the regrets and tears is something that we pay for such guilt. Do not you disappoint someone who gave you love, because what he gave is a blessing for you deposit. Because out there are still many people who can not feel affection to which dying.
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
Don't be a baby
A poem From My Heart
Do not remove your fingers from my eyes.
I will continue to run through the light.
Deep breath to destiny.
I hear you through the dawn.
A piece of painted prayer.
At the dawn sky rumbled adzan strains, so brave.
I'll run over your sad dew.
Who shouted through the roar of destiny,
A blind man who only wait.
When the death of teak leaves adzan after dawn.
That the branches upon the grass.
While waiting for drizzling
Whose roots no longer miss droplets slipping.
BSH reply from your fingers.
My dream to wake up to your voice that dripped.
In teak leaves, then broke twigs.
And divide the roots,
For a hope, I plead
Do not let your fingers my dr two balls.
I will continue to run through the light.
Deep breath to destiny.
I hear you through the dawn.
A piece of painted prayer.
At the dawn sky rumbled adzan strains, so brave.
I'll run over your sad dew.
Who shouted through the roar of destiny,
A blind man who only wait.
When the death of teak leaves adzan after dawn.
That the branches upon the grass.
While waiting for drizzling
Whose roots no longer miss droplets slipping.
BSH reply from your fingers.
My dream to wake up to your voice that dripped.
In teak leaves, then broke twigs.
And divide the roots,
For a hope, I plead
Do not let your fingers my dr two balls.
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