The Poet

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At the intersection you can hear the clock and people's footsteps,
At the intersection, sometimes, a car is smashed up,
only to turn up again.
The moon on the clock face,
the hands keep turning........

I love spiritual stuff, the cluster of beads - healing all the sorrows while glorifying HIM. Somehow I found myself certain that happiness is a snare and a delusion. Let's see. Each birth was celebrated with joy, cakes and ale. So what happen when somebody dies? Yeah, the cries take too age-long to stop. Why don't you save the happiness a bit so that you won't suffer for mourning? Hem?


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HEROICzero said…
kenapa tidak kita bergembira dan hargai selagi ada. kurang2 tiada penyesalan nanti. kan?
March 9, 2011 at 2:54 PM
Sheriel Aizan said…
yeah, absolutely, entri ni entri emo sebenarnya, so what was written prone to be pathetic and miserable mood! hehehe ;p
March 10, 2011 at 11:50 AM
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