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.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

as we fly high


as we fly high,

i held your hand tightly.

your gentle squeeze assures me,

against my powerful grasp.

although i know you'll never let go,

pain in the past told me,

to cling on whatever hope there'll be.


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