Sunday, 6 December 2015

Home

I am away from home
They are away from me
My resolve is weakening

I should stop thinking about home
It reminisce feeling, warm, people and environment
I could smell the grass
I could see the stars shone bright through the pitch-black night
I could feel fresh breeze on my face
I could see them
The face of mother
Her round eyes with pudgy cheeks
Always welcome me home with a big smile
The face of the siblings
Their cheekiness overwhelm me
The face of ayah
His out of the blue outing
Fill my void

Let me drunk with the thought
Although my resolve is weakening.

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anak kucing yang comei-comei singgah eh?