Just a Word
Beautiful merely a word
As fragile plastic
inside uncertain Eden
My eyes looking Down
Then Use the Star as my guide
I pass enchanting roses
Awaits to break away
sharing my drinks with dying angel
A silence laughter in Sahara
Shadows of vanish rose
Warm drops of liquid
Ah a Sigh
is it drop of sweat
Or
silence pearls run through my eyes lid
if this a poem then im dreamin
Isa 17/01/ 11
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