my poem

                               '' a piece dream"

the leaves of shake sing weakly..

murmur of the wet wind tell: about a hopelessness and giving up...

my hope rip

but my wish at the bud of the tree....

                  however the suffering as sharp knife...

            I have to walk in the spot light...

                       although a little shadow....

                   in my chest has " a piece dream". 

                  

created by syarifah nazira