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Friday, November 14, 2008 ( Re-published February 2011)
POEM FOR A FRIEND
Somewhere across the miles of castles and dunes
A place I thought I’d call my second home
Far from familiarity, stranger alone I pray
That in a glimpse of light a magic can make delights
To catch away the burden and struggling inside
I come to think and let out a sigh
What is there to do when I have been denied?
Beauty has defy the content of real life
Along life's road in the desert paradise
My memory cannot make out one more cry
I left it all in vain buried deep down within
As far as l can grin, I dare not to free an awful plea
For nothing now is bound to please me
But a whisper of hope that for all I can finally be set free
From a call of duty and out to what we call a sanity.
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Friday, November 14, 2008 ( Re-published February 2011)
POEM FOR A FRIEND
Somewhere across the miles of castles and dunes
A place I thought I’d call my second home
Far from familiarity, stranger alone I pray
That in a glimpse of light a magic can make delights
To catch away the burden and struggling inside
I come to think and let out a sigh
What is there to do when I have been denied?
Beauty has defy the content of real life
Along life's road in the desert paradise
My memory cannot make out one more cry
I left it all in vain buried deep down within
As far as l can grin, I dare not to free an awful plea
For nothing now is bound to please me
But a whisper of hope that for all I can finally be set free
From a call of duty and out to what we call a sanity.
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