Me, Neither
Love is a solitary seedling, here I cradle her in the field of heart..
Between the blaze of desire and the bathe of jealousy,
the two-season that keeps changing..
Swinging in the arm of the wind, rise to the high..
On the fruit that I about to have, I hold..
Me, neither..
Bond to the hope, raffling the dice..
Guessing on the smile you might have..
Like lotus petals bloom in my hand..
Me, neither..
Inside you inflaming..
Love..
Copyright © Bumi Kelana | Year Posted 2008
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