Tuesday, January 24, 2012


Death comes in a strange ways,
Death come in a strange days,
Pull out hope in a strange ways,
Kill out love in a strange days.

Thus I saw thee all pain,
Paint on a white silk,
With black as the colour,
Black as night before dawn.

Rotten soul vanish in air,
Spinning thru the vasel,
Out come the soul,
Burn nor bliss
Bliss  nor burn.

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