Monday, August 29, 2011

time slips pass one's grasp
juz as flowing sands slips through one's fingers

without realising, without knowing
in a blink of an eye, precious moments has come and gone

imprint those moments, deep into memories
may they never fade

for wad has past can never be revived
within one's memories is where precious time well spent
can live on forever

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