Friday, 2 January 2015

amour.

you never grew less enamoured,
admiring the niveous white clouds,
while sometimes tears are all it poured,
washing away those whispering crowds.


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2 comments:

  1. Mimi2 January 2015 at 20:33

    wow. so delicate. *if you don't put that photo, i'm still thinking that the poem is about a person. >_<

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  2. Murni2 January 2015 at 21:26

    actually, it might be about a person hahahaha, sometimes sengaja letak the wrong picture :P :P

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