Senin, 12 Mei 2008

white poetry

maybe, in another time
you might hear me
above the din of crowd's approval
the tiny little song beneath the roar
perhaps in other place
you may see me
out there beyond the glaring footlights
shining bright and true
here I am..just self
nothing to hide, no games to play
perhaps if I know the rules
the dance..the script
someday in a warmer space..
you will feel me
as other clamer to touch your robe
I'll be in the wings

Asma Nadia

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