To feel the chill of the night wind,
To search for clues that is in the blues,
To capture moment that are moving too.
Word that crawl from the one cries,
Were just words that hidden from the eyes,
The clues were to look between the lines,
So that the answer may arise.
Things happen for it have it own reason,
One cannot tell until the time season,
Hoping the moment to last by giving its lesson,
Till one day it help us see its reason.
Look for the things between the eyes,
Search the answer between the lines,
Hear the language between the words,
Till the feel ties between the hearts.
Written by Mai
(11 Nov 2012)
(11 Nov 2012)
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