Saturday, July 17, 2010
The blog
we have built up
Grew with time
Spoke of love
Is it going to be
Like a sandcastle
Washed by the waves?
Is it going to be
Like Pompeii
Clouded by layers of
Dust and Ash?
Is it going to be
Like our memories as a newborn
Tucked away by many more
Hidden by the layers?
Is it going to be
Gone
Dead
Vanished
Nothing
Perhaps it all was a dream, a dream that would never come true. But dreams do come true. Dreams are hope. Hope is life. Dreams are life.
Our dream shall be kept alive.
Dreams are magical
For they can belong to you
And everyone too
Dreams are like the few
Things which can be shared and yet
Never diminish
Dreams are oxygen
Keep us alive everyday
Abandon us not
Sorry I was feeling very poetic. So there.
-Jia Min
Batch XIII
breaking the MUSIC.
9:53 PM
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