Treasure Island

Sylvia Frances Chan

(22 November / Jakarta)

Her name is


Her name is
My sweetheart told me to call her
I have never ever
done this today I picked up the phone
to call her on my very own

my heart started bumping on and on
my lips were trembling, my balance gone
at the other side of the world came
her voice soft and lovely...wished knew her name...

© Sylvia Frances Chan
copyright Wed 21 Sep 2011 - 1.20 hrs
All Rights Reserved

Submitted: Tuesday, December 13, 2011

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