poem
Just wanna share a poem that I compose from a friend that means a lot to me when I was with my medic group ttm2 entitled 'summer love'
It was a bright morning,
The light shines through my eyes,
As pretty as a picture today it was,
Class runs as usual,
Like yesterday and the day before
Teacher was explaining,
but my mind was flying,
A thousand miles away,
Half towards cafetaria,
A quater I left back in hostel,
A commen feel, A student for real
As my eyes staring,
Some was sleeping,
Half was laughing,
But a group pays their attention,
An attention without concentration...I guess,
Hmm..my brains wonder,
Wondering when she'll stop
Tik,Tok,Tik,
Times crawl,
Like a snail it shall,
My stomach sings,
Of that creak sound it brings,
Few more seconds class will end,
a second that felt like a minute,
a minute for an an hour..long as it could be
It's time !
As she'd stopped babbling,
Students cynically smiling,
no more pretending, no more acting,
But as time passes by,
Like the bud of springs it'll fly by,
Like a child matured in a mother's eye,
So as friends when it's time to say goodbye,
That precious moments will still be remembered,
Because we are bonded fully hearted,
Of what we called Summer Love
The light shines through my eyes,
As pretty as a picture today it was,
Class runs as usual,
Like yesterday and the day before
Teacher was explaining,
but my mind was flying,
A thousand miles away,
Half towards cafetaria,
A quater I left back in hostel,
A commen feel, A student for real
As my eyes staring,
Some was sleeping,
Half was laughing,
But a group pays their attention,
An attention without concentration...I guess,
Hmm..my brains wonder,
Wondering when she'll stop
Tik,Tok,Tik,
Times crawl,
Like a snail it shall,
My stomach sings,
Of that creak sound it brings,
Few more seconds class will end,
a second that felt like a minute,
a minute for an an hour..long as it could be
It's time !
As she'd stopped babbling,
Students cynically smiling,
no more pretending, no more acting,
But as time passes by,
Like the bud of springs it'll fly by,
Like a child matured in a mother's eye,
So as friends when it's time to say goodbye,
That precious moments will still be remembered,
Because we are bonded fully hearted,
Of what we called Summer Love
Labels: .ramblings.
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