Every time I open my eyes,
From a long time of sleep last night;
My tiny tears begin to fall..
Tears never cease to call
your name
your smile
your radiant face
your stupid aura
and even your dull kinky hair.
I always hear your whispering
I often imagine you hold
my calloused hand so softly..
So, if I will be give a chance
to bring back the one part of my life..
I'll choose the time when;
I was watching you--
as you carve our name,
in the sturdy molave tree
during our days.
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