Tuesday, April 12, 2011


As day breaks
I quench my thirst
to transcript those lines
with a  few simple dots
in the mood of silence

As day passes
I imprint my silence
in black and white
on a piece of white paper
hidden in my heart of magnetic stones
dazzling in vibrant colors.

My Sweetness

Sweet is sugar as tongue could taste
Sweet is breeze as it refresh and chill
Sweet is rain as it quench and fill
But, Sweet is me as you feel so