tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67535584859970756072012-02-16T17:02:35.776+08:00An old man story for the young, for the old and much wiser. A version of life in harmony: Words of Poetry.Zul Bidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765128826395041503noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753558485997075607.post-50491436253986151812011-05-31T15:55:00.004+08:002011-05-31T16:04:56.795+08:00

I search and I waitFor a glimpse of what That cannot be seenStill, in the light of hopeThe delight would not holdI’m lost in the dreamer’s world.Seeking for a fortuneTo a path of where heaven liesI finally found it in your eyesWhen love spark me to riseDestine to eternityIn an endless journey

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Do you believe in dreambelieve in what you seein your dreamsin your sleepbelieving in other side of lifein your fantasyin your ecstasyfullfilling your desire to conqueryour own destinyIf there's a dream I believe inIt's a dreamt of my teenlike I believe in you, Annbelieving in the creatorthat creates the beauty of youI believe in the memoriesthat I've shared a moment with youthat I believe in

Zul Bidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765128826395041503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753558485997075607.post-51219007083128615652009-07-15T22:20:00.010+08:002009-07-30T17:35:50.725+08:00

A friend is..a friend who never forget his friendswho knows one's griefto understand one's standof what he believesAmong friend of friendshe speaks with discreethe wakes from his sleepwhen dreams becomes a nightmarewhen a long lost friendsuddenly lost foreverA friend is..who strive to be among the bestsharing in his successthat once he was a caddienow, he's a captain of the navyFriends are one

Zul Bidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765128826395041503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753558485997075607.post-3890053308923892242009-04-14T23:11:00.009+08:002009-07-25T14:04:58.047+08:00

Soo Ee,May it be meMay you can seein me...that love is in every human eyeslike the birth of a child criesits no where to hideSoo ee,Do you love me!Do you like me!at all..when schooldays are far from our reachthe memories still livesits just you and meSoo EeMay you be happyMay I can still seein youthat one day life would fade awaylosing my fateto a dream of yesterday

Zul Bidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11765128826395041503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6753558485997075607.post-33473935585513890602008-10-20T23:05:00.007+08:002008-11-13T01:06:00.210+08:00

Recalling a school sirtall and slim, not too thinhomourous sometimes dillarious.in his wake while teachingwhistling to the girl of his dreamas she walks passed our classthat made us laugheda joker, yet sometimes a stalker.And then there was a teachersweet, sparkling specky ladygiving me a nicknamethat have lasted for agesmemories that I have never lost tracewhile those were the passing daysbeing

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As the sun riseseparates the dark sidemorning comes alivewe breathe into lifeWe uniformly dressed in whitesitting by the desktaking turn saying "yes"as our name being called in classSt.Mark, our first dayin school of your statuswe are crowded with strangers of different cultures, race and religionrules and regulation yet, we are Malaysianto be educated, listen and learn.

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