I
see thou, behind the sunrise…
Presence
makes no different behind the shadow,
Sweetness
sweat fall down the hair lines,
Fingers
linger on thou silky smooth snow skin,
I
smell thee fragrance; bittersweet vanilla
The
one that can’t hardly remove from my sanity,
Heart
are taken away, thorn by thee sharp rose,
Standing
there, watch until thee shadows start to fade away,
Thou
away, far, far away,
Wind
blew roughly, scattered pieces thee ashes,
Thou
fragrance still live in my soul,
Never
fade…
I.B.K.N
11.58am
7 May 2012
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