random poets

It whispers forth like a wind and a whistle
Soft, gentle and careful
Every breath a calculated risk
Yet at the same time, a sure intuition

What it takes to even hold a grain of truth
There would always be one to defend it
When it’s covered in murky recesses of mind
There’ll be one that purifies it

3 more days~

rindu~

i planned what i'm gonna say
but somehow i couldn't
nangis nie

May Allah SWT bless you always,my dears~
hope to see you grow up to be a great person
i do..

uhhibukum fillah
for teaching me,too.. =')