syafiq syahmi Biography

Come my friend,
join me beneath this breathing tree,
and sit on the crispy grass,
smother yourself with its scene,
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My life was full,
and had completed it course,
I left all my dreams,
fulfill and un-fulfill,
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On a yellow chair I sat,
heavy I am with the burden I bear,
No more real it is than just a load on my shoulder,
but it is something I would honour,
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Never to forget,
a neverending rythm to be played,
heavily danced by the rain of blood,
and shall I run through it,
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Such somber doors,
longing to be opened by such deserving angel,
O fair maiden of beauty,
a thousand thanks for that single touch,
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