This is Love
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of live.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.
Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.
3 Comments:
Amboiiiiiiiiiiii.. bersajak je dia nihhh.. ;-p
ayu..ala..malu la..
sekarang ni suka plak bersastera..jalan gak otak ni dok baca puisi lama2..:)
malu la kat awak..
Eleeeeeeehhh.. gatallll!!! Hehehe, malu la plaaaaaakkkk.. nyampah!
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