July 29, 2008
By Claudia Naomi Bongso, Singapore, ZZ

Each and every second I breathe
It builds a tension of memories
Whether good or bad
It can’t be undone
The way I see
Made me learn more and more
It elucidates the path I constantly change
The way I listen
Comprehends my thoughts

If you slice my heart into pieces,
Though all the blood will fade away,
The wounds will forever stay.

If you turn to me and give me hope,
All the love and blessings will help me cope.
It won’t make any wounds,
Instead it would patch all of them back.

I shall remember it till the last breath I gasp,
And let not my death be in vain.

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