Twentysixthfebruary.

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001.

002.

Ain's shutterfly
Ain
Afiq
Asreen
Azimah
Maria
Yanie
Danial
Huda
Ili
Suliani
Yasmin The Storyteller

004.

005.

My Walk

a Sunday, June 07, 2009 b

The kiss you plant at the crown of my head.

The smile you carve that's imprint in my head.

The way you grip when i'm swaying and rocking.

The sharp turns you make when i keep digressing.

The jokes that makes me want to laugh and to cry.

The day you've captured this heart,

the very first day that you pry.

I thank you for being,

the net that i need.

I want you to know,

you're the very man,

that i need.

For when i fall and when i slip.

For when i dream of you in my sleep.

Maybe someday,

We'll be able to lock.

The lock of love to the Ponte Vecchio.

.:Arfah:.

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