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It does peeps in
And it ruins the peace.
Dusk is its favourite
when one was in a piece.
As the night creeps through-
There the sorrow seeps.
Making it moves
tearing what is there to sip.
Gone were the motions
when sorrows shouted with joy
overwhelming with emotions
a Fearful and Tearful joy.
Wrapped too much in emotions,
Blanketed, it peeps back.
Putting aside all the potions
as it starts to crawl in back.
14.08.08-kota damansara
5 comments:
this is a sad/morose poem right...?
now i know what it's mean...
I love it!
Such angst and dread
Who's the poet?
i wrote it..at school when invigilating an exam! ;)
Any hope of becoming a poet?^_^
maybe one day your face will be on a literature book.
amen. i wish. :) feel free to comment ok.
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