Still, she remain silent.
A lot of thing she taught me…
but me..have yet learned.
Sometime she’s like my own sister, sometime she’s like a stranger
sometime she wipes my tears, sometime she created it
sometime she look at me in pity way, sometime she laughed at me
sometime she like a river of love, sometime she like a desert
that’s how she seem to me
She give me a soft sound of silence,sometime she wipes my tears, sometime she created it
sometime she look at me in pity way, sometime she laughed at me
sometime she like a river of love, sometime she like a desert
that’s how she seem to me
care no more
talk no more
answer only when I asked
“Hi….morning..” with reluctantly
Please, my precious Kay Elle…
Speak to me with your heart
Life full of fragrant experience and scented wind
No one has touched and seen it…
Let us be the first.
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