Sunday, August 10, 2008

on the bench

he was sitting on the bench
while she tiptoed on the yellow green grass
easy and no pretension
simple talks and bursting laughter here and there
the surrounding was flawlessly enveloped by soothing tone

“is this for real?” she asked
did he inhale the same air in between them?
would he dare to blow out the magical numb to the blue gray sky?

s
unday indeed never comes too late dear
for it’s still such a gorgeous sight for her
to eye him in the middle of dry afternoon

2 comments:

Keripik Pedes said...

those who are ready to fall in love
see only beauty in each soul

ninik said...

haha...maybe mba di, time will tell us how it's gonna be