Rapat benar aku dengan tebing
Pabila angin melanggar lembut susuk ini
Hampir sahaja terlayang diri
Hadirmu kemudiannya
Memulangkan semula aku pada tenang
Tapi siapa sangka kau campak pula aku dalam hutan tidak berjasad.
Celaka benar.
Mujur saja aku tidak mati.
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My Kind of 24 | Half Journey Done
PoetryFreestyle kind of poetry. Mix of Malay and English. I intend to write my journey at the age of 24. That special-stressful-sweet age before I turn a quarter of century. When I was a kid, many of my dreams are suppose to come true before 25. Is it so...
