F.R.I.E.N.D

Watching a born baby

creating its walking stick

couldn't i care for a lesson of his teaching

the gesture of a geisha to bond itself onto a stranger world

cheered till his 2nd chapter is yet to be read

Turn around friend

its me.

dun rush,in the mid of autumn

those leaves are the memoirs of ur behaviour

its rotting

let it be,indeed a new tree yet to be seed

ur smiling?

wonders to be pounder..=)

how the wind circles you

playing hair to hair

bits by bits,we're all then to rot

just like autumn

till that day arrive

know that I am here

ur friend

smiling from far.

(an attribution to my dear friend Syazwan)

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