call me Augustine if you may
the wind is cool almost cold
the flowers doesn't bloom at this hour of
11.30 evening
the stars ain't shining and the moon has gone home
it feels a lil' strange without
dokie..
a lil' quiet without madant..
and maybe cetus..
or wingman..
and ah rong..so is ling..
then there is a vegetable leek..
and many more..why are these name out on augustine?
the scents of the flowers doesn't fill the air
the glow of the stars doesn't shine the skies
the moans of the cats doesn't disturb my sleep
anymore..
the calmness in the air doesn't do what it should be doing
Augustine augustine..all i ask for if you may
is that i never ask for anything.
my birthday is coming in abeyance.
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