My Poem

My poem has left all clothes and accessories
It doesn’t have proud by all accessories
The words will break our union
Only make barrier between us
And your whisper doesn’t be heard

My ego disappear in front of your grace
I bent on your foot
Please, let me make my life simple and honesty
Like a white paper that you’ll write by your pen

W.W. 15/06/08

note: perhaps this poems can make us to contemplate our last days about destiny, my friend....

destiny oh destiny...

Two days ago my friend told me that she is forced to be able to have a date with someone. Deep inside her, actually she really wants to have a boyfriend, make a date and have long live relationship…but she doesn’t know how to do it.

When she told me, I do nothing to give her advice because I even don’t know at all how to solve her problem.

Still to be continued…..