Sunday, October 12, 2008

~ Waving at Night ~

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Do you like tiny dews that drips at night?
Pattering somewhere at twelve midnight,
When the wind whistle,
and the tree rustle,
then silence turns into beast,
you feel insatiably less comfortable seeking for a wooden piece.

O! I feel the same tease,
But it was just a breeze and i feel peace,
Wouldn't it be better off to sleep and forget tonight,
and wake up with geewhiz?

( Originally written by Jordache Wee Chong Jin . Copyright 2008 )

* Every evening it starts to rain, then recently it rains at night after editing one of my assignments.

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