Saturday, February 21, 2009


*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 day~

p/s: mode puitis di pagi minggu..hahaha...=P

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