Friday, December 14, 2012



smell of roses
smooth and thorns
the air i breath
blossoms of flowers
kinds of them

each grass at my finger
the green i felt
the heat 
the cold

for a time lost it
don't no when will return
hoping for every seconds
i walk the path 
with my broken heart

tranquilizing moment
i pray for that moment
again and again
forgive my mistakes
when shall i return
when will the door open
walk the path
with all the strength left
Allah guide me to you
forgive me..

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