Albert Hung


It follows me where I go,
it does what I do.
It stalks me in the day,
but dissapears in the night.
It walks when I walk.
It dances when I dance.
It Writes when I write.
It plays when I play.
But when I sings in stays silent.
When I talk it makes no noise.
When I die it lives on
but when I lay on the coffin it is no more,
joining it's freinds
in the darkness of my final home,
till my body is in the light,
for it shall rejoin me then.
So in sense we all have one.
We are not alone
behind you always
is your

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Poem Edited: Friday, April 9, 2010

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  • Ofelia Hung (4/4/2010 12:41:00 PM)

    what? soooooooooooooooooooooo radom!

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