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Latest post Fri, Jan 14 2005 12:08 PM by hadeka. 0 replies.
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hadeka  +  67591 Fri, 14 Jan 05 12:08 PM
Hi friends!

It is my first poem, if we can define it as a poem... And English is not my native language... So, I know it is bad. But I want to share it. I will apprepriate your suggestions and comments...


I didn't count
I couldn't count
the years passed with missing you
You come in my room
every night
with the moonlight
You're my first love
and will be the last one
why I am your best friend?
why I am thinking of you?
why I hated you at first sight
then love you so much
why I miss you more than you know?
maybe the wind brings
my love to your heart
or maybe the storm in my heart
gives me some bravery
maybe one day...

Sincerely
hadeka
Joined on Sun, Nov 7 2004
Junior Member 52
When it is knowledge of the heart, it is a friend; When knowledge of the body, it is a burden. -Mevlana-
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