Today...
The victory day...
After a month fasted...
Again was holy...
Like the baby...
Really beautiful...
The Ied Fitri meaning...
Was not thought...
The feeling in the heart...
Visit each other (Silaturahmi)...
Forgive each other...
Gathered together...
The clear atmosphere that happy...
Indeed...
Ied Fitri...
Will be felt quiet...
The heart was felt sad...
When...
Could not together again...
With people who were loved...
That went...
Left this world...
However...
All that part of the life...
And will be felt by everyone...
Therefore...
Enjoyed during together...
Make use of...
The opportunity to forgive...
And apologised...
While still had time...
Because...
Will not be repeated...
When becoming the memory.
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4 comments:
wow! this is awesome poem.I'd better bookmark this article.
memories never departs, stayed long, but hurts
@Ahsan..Tq :)
@Karl Lopez...yes u right,must to be the lesson for us :)
baca2 yg ini juga.
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