every writing its author,
every plan its plotter,
every design its designer,
- then what about you,
my young traveller?
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Nadrah Mustafa
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Labels: Almost Fiction, Life, Musing, Personal, Self
Katakan,aku ketandusan inspirasi.Dengan kebisuan,sunyi sepi.Katakan,aku hanyut.Dengan kerenah kehidupan,kau berpaut.Katakan,kelu lidah aku.Dengan gelap gelita,dan jalan berliku.Katakan,kerana seusia dulu,inspirasi aku,kamu.Yang diam terpaku.
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Nadrah Mustafa
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20:48
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Labels: Almost Fiction, Photolog, Poem
Written by
Nadrah Mustafa
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18:36
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Rememberthe wide sea?Deep;like our soulsintertwined ina realm, we fear todiscover.Free;like these recurrentthoughts ofunspoken possibilities.Remember thewater current?Wild;like our younghearts, eagerto discover.Violent;like our subtlewords embedded withsecret affections.Remember thewonders they bring?Tranquil;like the transcendentalspace of day and night,at dusk and dawn.Destructive;like a wrathsent down toremind us all.But --did we sink or swim?Or were weswallowed in thesea.
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Nadrah Mustafa
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06:58
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Labels: Almost Fiction, Poem

Written by
Nadrah Mustafa
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21:19
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