On That Sunday Morning
'she is late'
what do you mean?
'NNENNA is dead'
in this sunday morning?
Oh; now i understand a vacuum has been created in my heart.
She owed me of my heart,
thats why joy is too far.
The glance and smile on her face call for a relief,
But the heart with the heaviest grieve on.
An Angel is gone! ! !
In one whole calender month plus;
I can still hear the whispering of love.
The smile on the shadow call for grieveness.
REST IN PEACE
Is too hard to say.
Though she is gone,
she is still alive in my soul.