Chrysanthemum Tea.
You know when I come all the way from Mars, no one noticed it.
Invisible or what?
It’s impossible for them not to notice this midget here even though
he saw that soul.
He was as white as a piece of paper, taller, made him looked like
a gargantuan monster standing beside a brown chick.
Then came this alien, from Venus, unsure about what is fire.
Fire? Flame? Smoke? Maybe she saw a splint in between.
… … … …
Honestly, I can be as vague as a two-year-old kid.
Just noticed and I should have believed the teacher I believed in
the most. Why am I so slow? Or am I acting like a frog under the
coconut shell?
“(sic) Some people come into your life, stay for awhile and make
little difference. Some people come and go and these people makes
no difference to your life. However, some people come and stay forever,
and these people changes your life entirely and you’ll see them by
your side during your death.”
How precious is life? What makes life richer than the sixpence?
… … … …
How sweet is the Shepherd’s sweet lot!
From the morn to the evening he strays;
He shall follow his sheep all the day,
And his tongue shall be filled with praise.
For he hears the lamb’s innocent call,
And he hears the ewe’s tender reply;
He is watchful while they are in peace,
For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.
~ William Blake
BAGUS,
Lee Ronson
