Isnin, 26 Januari 2009

of a Bird and Flower

one fine morning
the sun woke me up
by the wooden window it was smiling to me

a little bird (canary maybe)
came to me
told me a story
of a white flower

that blossomed each day
for anybody-not
nor the bird or sun

no one realized of its beauty

untill another one fine morning
it wilt and blossomed no more

still-no one cares