Treasure Island

Farisah Shadrina

(Indonesia)

An Apologize


Breathing deeply through moist air,
When the rain falls down out of the square,
Trying to be warm in dark and cold inside.
Keep my ears still on voice of tide.

Once soul calls my mind to see for wise
About memories of us when we were cherished.
You smiled as I could look into your eyes
It was sunny; colorful sing-songy indeed.

Breaking my thought about you
Since tears dropp on cheek of two
Remind me of ghastly words declared to you
And the dreadful it done too

I am sorry, my dear
For growing your fear
Of losing me someday and it wouldn't real
as my love always rise for you here

Submitted: Tuesday, May 08, 2012
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