A Step In Heaven Leads A Foot To Hell

Starring on by the reflection on glasses piece,
Seeing a face brace with a cheerful cheese,
In real you are but full with tears,
Life is however going by the double deals.

On the cloud by the first class grade,
Cuddle on the bed by your baby breeze,
Joyful tears greet over those little fragile eye,
Those were days embraced by the angel like.

Make a hand toss over your master piece,
Lay on the bed like a broken tile,
Grieving by the hands of a depart soul,
Those were days tramped by the devil howl.

Life is an equal for every life being,

As pacing and facing kept your life going,

Noted the value and return that it sell,
A step in heaven leads a foot to hell.

Comments

Paris, City of Romance.

I know it sounds a little crazy, after a whole day work, of standing and walking around and yet seating in front of the computer and about to start a post as I could have been comfortable lying on the bed and call it a day. Well, to be able to answer that, I suppose I'm still overjoy on the contest that carried by our team over the exhibition. Oh yes, just for your information, I work in an exhibition company as part of the event team and my job is to held activities that would attract yet benefit the visitors. With that information, I guess it is again answered on another statement of mine where I mentioned earlier why I have been standing and walking the whole day. I would reserved the work part for some other post, perhaps a poem on that ;), but for now let's just focus why of the sudden urge to come out a post at this late moment. To put it simple, it is after all the overjoy contest that link me back to the sudden indulgent for one of my previous travel, to a land th...

Coffee addict.

If is wasn't the sleepy illusion kick in, Smell of Nero would have never fly within. Coffee has been always running in my vein, Like a partner that seeking for its twin. Many may fancy it with a drip of cream, While I indulge with its pure dark bean. As strong and bitter as it may seen, It is a battle whether you are out or in.

Call Me A Dilemma But That's The Way I Went.

Sometime I do wish time could have give in a bend, Call me a dilemma but that's the way I went. If only a minute would have more then 60 second, Cause there are so many to done yet so many left. Sometime I do wish time could have give in a flash, Call me a dilemma but that's the way I went. If only my pocket would have sufficient cash, Cause an empty porch often push you on test. Sometime I do wish time could have give in a mild, Call me a dilemma but that's the way I went. If only holidays place me like a spoil child, Cause pleasure moment may have be my only want.

Assilem = Em

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