Friday, 29 January 2010

They are brutalists.

My dear, just let it go.
There is no need you ought to be this brutal.
At first I saw you, I can tell from your manner what your intention is for today.
Don't be so angry.
Everything will sort itself out.
It's just a matter of time.

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2 comments:

Unknown said...

So true.
I am worn out just by watching
and listening.
Don’t they know it is all fleeting?
Let’s hope
it’s a fleeting fight too.

16 March 2010 at 12:00
noon said...

love your poem so much. short and sentimental ka p'Jiw.

16 March 2010 at 23:32

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