Titibe Teringat je...

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room,

I am the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I do not die."

(Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1932)

p/s: Al-Fatihah to my dear Alif Abu Bakar.

Topeng

Kadang-kadang kita ibarat bertopeng walaupun tak memakai topeng..... Ha ha ha.....

p/s: Warm up...setelah sekian lama menyawangkan blog.. ^_^

Kita berdua DAH Tak Releven Lagi...

p/s: Jangan diharap,tak mungkin dapat, kini ku sudah tak obsesi lagi....