If the autumn doesnt show
And the spring hide in a cloudy
I'll wait for the summer
May summer burned all the scattered leaves
Make my throat thirsty
Like thorn of a roses
I stroll in haze that blinded my path
To find the thru beyond the quantum of time
The echoing pain dumbed my ears
To hear the sound of you screaming
From the other side of shadows
Pick up my cracking bone's that i left behind
Then give it back to me
So that i can stand and walking up again
To find my light of living
That has been stolen away
Before....
-HARIS INDERA-
kajang, selangor
3 comments:
the picture. Seems like an unending road to kak haiza. Macam perjalanan hidup manusia ek Joe? Noktah dia hanya kematian. I ske poetry ney.
akak ad replied remember?
ya kak..mati itu penghujungnya....segalanya berakhir disitu....kelak selepas itu baru la hidup yang hakiki...tetapi....dengan tangis sy mengharapkan surgaNYA....
biarlah di fana ini sy tiada apa.... dengan sejuk air mata ibu sy harapkan surgaNYa..
ya kak i'll remember...ur reply still in my heart...thankz kak....
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