Walking through the bush

Walking through the bush,
what do I hear?
The silence caused me a great fear,
but I have nothing to worry, for I have you near.

Walking through the bush,
what do I smell?
It's not the scent of the sea or the whale,
but then again, it changed from a scent into a sound of a bell.

Walking through the bush,
what do I feel?
My heart's wiggling like an eel,
suddenly my eyes got warm with tears waited to spill.

Walking through the bush,
what do I say?
Will I ever found another way?
To see your face once again, someday...


Saturday, November 21st 2009
Written in less than 10 minutes, in a Writing Session
Lisa Fransiska Sitompul