0 This Feel

This feel
It is untouchable
This feel wake from inside
From the moment that we can’t control at all
It makes me breath
It bids my blood to run
It makes me real

But now it is frozen inside without your touch
The eyes keep chasing on me
To where should I run?
To whom should I whisper?
Even the sun is not bright for me
All is about ‘the feel’

By Harris Zahari (0615 4th May 2009)

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