in white she dress,
her hair was short.
I can't help it,
but keep staring on.
dare I walk front to speak with her?
oh no, not that time,
I was too shy to ask,
I was to proud to lose.
she was a senior of mine,
I was still a dumb kid that time.
she pass by,
I stare, sometimes.
time goes by,
people moves on side by side.
what I've done for the previous life,
will it reanimated again this life?
people up there was so kind,
giving me chance to meet her again at college time.
I'm having my graphic and multimedia design,
she's into her art performing course.
so far, but so close,
almost we're in the same field.
by Joseph Yap Kim Sung, 2012.
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