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Writing poems is always a passion of mine since forever, I guess. Walaupun jauh dari sempurna, but I'm actually happy with what I'm doing.
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MAD MYSTERY MAGIC
A mountain stood in a frozen monochrome.
I glanced at the strectch, breathing in a little dawn,
Breathing out an unheard of song in my head.
Then slowly, gripping a lonely coffee mug, I sipped Life and its' darling.
Life? Life is peculiar and mysterious the way it is.
I once knew a cloud,
Which fleeted past a mountain.
Perhaps the mountain was too heartbroken to speak.
She never tells tales, wrapped up in the cloud's calling.
Yet, I had been inking on pages,
Once, I was a writer and the mountain asked me
"I never told you words. How did you know
what to write?"
I whispered, "Perhaps I have a smilar
story to tell, waiting to be heard."
I think the cloud, a bohemian, was reading me,
For I saw him again and again,
Kissing the brows of forgotten rocks,
Lost in their frozen states of peace.
The coffee announced a little knock on the door,
A thought resonated "Who is it?",
I couldn't see the face of enigma,
As winter's mist played a dance on the open door.
I however, heard the voice,
Guitars, laughter, tears, and childhood.
I listened with enchanted ears,
As he kept humming a lullaby.
In a splendid miracle,
My window witnessed the cloud,
Raining to love the mountain,
His rain, but her snow.
And that's how the years of my life passed by.
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And that's it from me Amirul for this entry...honestly, tak tau lg mcm mne nk guna blog ni... hope Imani Azmi can help me figure out what to do.
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