I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. -Pablo Neruda

Jumat, 18 Maret 2011

My Life Different With Yours



When people dying with the messages...
I'm dying with the journey...

When people living with the needs of goods...
I'm living with the passion...

When people starting a day with smiles upon their face...
I'm starting a day with hands upon my face...

And when people leaving their problems with "the happily-ever-after"...
I'm leaving my problems with my wings fly me up to heavens...

When people loving each others...
I'm loving to close my eyes and take a breathless...

My life different with yours...

-Axogoblia Raihan-

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