I saw you again,
At the place that is crowded with people,
Like the first time we met each other eyes at the eatery hawker street.
I stalk you for the first time when we accidentally met
But I do not dare to do more than that.
And yet, I saw you again in the middle of crowded people,
But you did not saw how surprised I am,
What a joke that we met again,
But it must be a joke if we meet again on the third time.
What if, at the first time I smile at you
What if, at the second time I act like I knew you
What if, at the third time that we are together?
Because there is always a silver lining behind all those coincidence,
I just pretend that I enjoyed this accidentally meeting and wait for the rest.
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A Flower In The Desert
PoetryFor the beauty that we seek, For the ugliness that we hide, For the self that we avoid, For us that decide to run, And fight until the end of the time, As hard as we can, As all that I got is your help. p/s: Few of my poems were taken directly from...
