you are what you read.

i may write my views.
that might appeal to yours.
or even oppose to your beliefs.
i may write my heart out.
to let your hearts know that i, too, know.
i may write long, or short.
i may write jargons.
but words are never jargons to me.
you may succeed to despise my words,
or fail to hide the sense you get in them.
try as you might, do your very best, for trying is living.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Angels cry?


And so the sun is my best friend,

Golden angels reaching the sky,

The blue sky and clouds pass by.

it takes time.



Photo: The Queen's Memorial at Buckingham Palace.
Photographer: Me

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