*3-months-old of atikah saari*like winds or waters were her ways:
The flowing tides, the airy streams,
Are troubled not by any dreams;
They know the circle of their days.
Like winds or waters were her ways:
They heed not immemorial cries;
They move to their high destinies
Beyond the little voice that prays.
She passed into her secret goal,
And left behind a soul that distrub
left behind all sadness and pain
she will find her Destiny..one day~
p/s: mode puitis di pagi minggu..hahaha...=P
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