But I keep walking,
despite the tears,
despite the wind,
despite the skinned knees and broken bones,
despite the bruises and scars that make this heart what it is today,
... ... I keep walking…
towards You.
There’s only one direction,
one direction:
towards You.
From You, to You.
I have nothing else.
Nothing.
That is my poverty.

Saturday, 28 January 2012

Planting Her Trust Inside Your Palm

Now she's trusting you with her very heart. She's planting seed of trust inside your palm. With the hope that it'll grow into a tree of fruitful love,honesty and loyalty. The fragile seed she's trusting you with, were so dear to her, and she's choosing you to care for it, full of hope is she, that you will take great care of it, for you to never ever crush it. Of all the other hands waiting, she choosed yours, now she's waiting for your hand, to hold hers, to lead her to the right path, leading her to HIM. She know she was making the right choice, the one decision that, InsyaAllah, HE will blessed....
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