There are two parts in my life, one is the sun and the other is the moon
Let’s say they are two most important things, and yet they always bloom
When the sun the starts the day, the dawn marks its way
And when the moon starts the night, the dusk prays its mask

The sun may beam its ray and darken the sights
The moon may soothe the dismay and enlighten the lady at bays
At sea, there will be low and tides
There will be nights and days

The heralds could come so pompously
At tides, to announce these parts of my life
They jump to fire and ice, to water and soil
Suddenly, a girl saved my face; it’s a strong passion to be a part of the mirage

The image can also be viewed in Flickr. Thank you 🙂

10 Responses to “Mirage”
  1. subhanzein says:

    Nice poem! 🙂

    Thanks for sharing, Mas!!

    Warm regards,

    Subhan Zein

  2. mhsantosa says:

    Much appreciated!

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  1. cialis says:

    Simply Super Duper!…

    This is some awosome IDEA! Wow Where do you come up with this stuff! Look im a long time reader of this blog and i am always amaized at your train of thought!…

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