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i wrote this last year... hmm..this is the both sides of misunderstanding.. i do experience waht it should be. i knew what i must. we we're both wrong in the scene and also nobody's right. since i do write. i was inspired to write it.

Submitted:Aug 23, 2007    Reads: 614    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

I hear it at every sound that bites.

Love in its carefree whisper

Holding a cocoon of mist

Soon it will set free and show its beauty


In a love-like color which hurts my heart

Deep in my soul

It teaches a lesson

To Make a clean breast as igrasp it


Just take it easy

Quarrels make a person silent

Wrangles leave a person sick

Conscience starts pain


Yet, conscience can mend a broken bar

Connecting all metals in rain

Making the clear blue sky in crystal blue vision

Sometimes, it makes a new world


This feels crazy and creepy;

That the person that quarrels with me much

is the person I remember much

Darkness does not exist when I see you


Quarrels just get bad when you're in the room

But it has a good side when you're on the way

Keeping everyday meaningful is only the memory

The entire glow, just in the cocoon that shall bloom


When this cocoon falls on the green, green grass

It completes the world

Blessings wrapped by a disaster

Quarrels are not meant to hurt at all


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