Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

My Peace


My peace is at a piece of paper
So thin and light
And could be blown by slightest wind

My peace is at eaves
So close yet fragile
And could fall by careless step

My peace is at sway of wave
Sometimes high, sometimes low
And could sweep me in one row

My peace is at seconds
So short and precious
And could quickly vanish before you realize

My peace is at candle in the dark
So tiny and unreasonable
But my heart is hanging on it

My peace is at the rush
So troubled but soothing
It makes me don’t care about the pursuing time

My peace is at the hand of shadow
So vague and naïve
But it allures me to dream and believe

My peace is at the lost
Breaking and torturing
But in the end I always learn it’s the way the life goes on

Submitted: Friday, December 03, 2010

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