my dry eyes

ok heat up your own tune. now start!

oh my dry eyes and slab-a-wet land
a slight jolt felt, touching the sand
a noisy walkway and a few silent dreams
tip-toeing through the up way stream
hey-ho a see through the opaque glass?
do you get my diddle diddle dum dum guess?
porcelain bowl and dusty cup
greasy shoes and dear me - elevate and up!




8.30pm. Alhamdulillah Ya Allah for the past, today...future is written. work for it dina.