Sunday, January 5, 2014


Everywhere I look
I see her.

Every songs that were played
I hear her.

Every seconds that pass,
I think of her.

She used to talk to me.

We would have conversations
that ran deep
like the rivers after each seasonal monsoon.

even as the tempests occur without warning
there's only silence that greets me.

-Sheena baharudin-

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