hoping for the giggle and fresh air


haunting longingness

The time goes by slowly
the talk is transferred boredly
I can't stand longerly
my mind traveling surely
The fresh air flies away for sure
left the empty room wishing your's
Longing soul needs 2 cure
wishing the breeze that is pure
sweet harmony of the cycle
haunting the heart 2 to tickle
don't seize the the day for nickle
yet the surfing the giggle.






Poetry by syarifah nur
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Written on 2011-12-22 at 09:59

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