Monday, October 30, 2006
probably a real poem for a real girl...

She sprouted from the Garden of Edens,
With bangles of rosemary and velvet dimes,
Which chimes in the whistle of time,
A beat sparkling the rivers of Salsabillah,
A feat only a fairy could have match.

She cried amongst the sky,
No comfort or liberty,
Adam was in lust,
Alas, he vanished between the dust..

What beauty that bestowed upon her,
But to not hide from grievances,
Love wont want no women to cry,
Only a tango dance with the stars,
Will make the tears pretty dry.

And she still seeks to be in love,
For love gives her something to think of,
To be the envy of her companions,
And to let all endings be a triumph!

To fall in love with a poet,
Yes she did.
Yes she will.
Again.....

Created this whilst doing desk duty the other day..hahahz..and i bet itz again guessing time for those who r pretty much kepo! Well, guess lah korang..if im noble enough, i shall reveal the person who...hahaz..

Salsabillah is a river in Jannatul Firdaus for all of you who dont realise.
Hmmz, what if i tell the person that this is for you? maybe she will go: "oh! ok!"

It helps if your camp is just by the sea, airport and seaport to come up with something like this..hehehez