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Thursday, 8 May 2014

The Flower





Walked through glass doors,
Into the unknown, the untamed.
Yet a single flower bloomed,
Slowly, she whispered my name.

A shade of green, a dash of blue,
An island in a silent ocean.
The moon in the stormy nights,
A light that beams with passion.

The pain and scars seem no more,
A gentle heart, a healing hand.
I wish to hold you close,
To keep you till the end.

New roads were paved,
As I stared in awe and wonder.
Will you ever be with me,
My bright and lovely flower?

.......................................................~Afiq



If only the matters of the heart were easy. If only the choices were obvious to make. But then again if things were easy we probably would not appreciate it.