Sayang,
Those flowers, they wilted too soon,
Too soon for its beauty to be held captive.
And then again,
We would always question what we are
Because what we feel matters more
Than what we define.
Fret not, sayang,
Forget the whys
Because what we have here is a glass of wine,
The invisible fragrance we taste, will perish not
But shall be stronger over time.
by,
Nurhanan Kamalia
10th October 2012,
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