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Yusof Asnan Aug 2018
He never knew how
her whole heart
was his from the
start.

-HIY
Yusof Asnan Aug 2018
Her eyes speak of
sorrow which no
words could
describe,
Her lips pursed
trying to keep
her mind from
speaking.
Constantly
thinking just
when she should
say enough.
But she kept
holding on,
Surviving another
moment.

-HIY
Yusof Asnan Aug 2018
Even in my sleep,
My soul searches
for you
presence.

-HIY
Yusof Asnan Aug 2018
And in your eyes,
I see hope.
Not only the
acceptance of the
past,
But the future of
us.

-HIY
Yusof Asnan Aug 2018
The flower in the
wasteland exudes
life itself:
The physical
entity of
determination and
will to live.
Yes she may be
damaged from all
the toxic
surroundings.
And yes there
were times she
accepted her
weakness.
But she still
prevails.
Sprouting joy
despite all that.
She's special.
She's the flower
that survived.

-HIY
Yusof Asnan Aug 2018
You can't begin
to imagine
the feeling
of cultivating
the love
and trust
of the
damaged.

-HIY
Yusof Asnan Aug 2018
She's the flower
that has been
plucked out of
its soil and
still bloom

-HIY
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