Reflection through the mirror,
Clear look of restless attacthed my figure,
Sorting out things getting slower,
Routine of death and decay is the nature.
Ceteris Paribus ain't land a foot here,
Everything comes and go like the weather,
Praying for a great day, so as dinner,
Shit happens is usually unpredictable.
The contributer is usually the first to fall,
Sun shines, not moon the ugly ball,
The sun is burning to the core,
And so, moonlight gets the praise from all.
Voices of joy and anguish,
Spread through our life from start to finish,
Which one is more? Which one had diminished?
Silent till us apart when one of us is vanquished.
By Samuel Lee
5-10-2008 4:46am
Sunway
Block A-05-05-01
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