[ I Still Remember ]

With Allah's love

Assalamualykum to my dear

It's been quite some time we've been apart and in those times, I have been gaining more ideas on the topics to write or shall I say, ideas on a short story. No, I mean, for some short stories. It's been a very long time since my last short story being written down and passed around for my friends to read.

Well, as a "writer", it's a joy when you can make a difference to someone's life using your writings. It sure is, for me. The last time I wrote was about a treasure hunt, inspired by one of my favorite movies, Pirates of the Caribbean. And I had decided to make a new blog, just for my short stories collection. I will, insya-Allah. =)

Okay, back to the main point. Actually, I wanna type about some things, a very special bunch of memories that keeps me alive, and still, keeping me on track, trying to be grateful for everything that happened in my whole life so far. Now, shall we begin the cracking a part of the hardest shell in me..?

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I still remember

A shadow of a little girl

Being alone in the kitchen

Sometimes on her desk

Sometimes up the stairs

And sometimes under her blanket

Reading a story book

Before her bedtime

On her stressing moments

Upon her days of cries

After her school time

A little girl with a dream

To create a world

Full of wonders

Full of colours

A dream of living among them

Those charming books

Those marvelous and fascinating stories

But it's impossible

It's impossible

Impossible

Become so stiff

Being so serious

Living like a normal

She forgets her dream

Leaving it so behind

That she couldn't call it back

But it's impossible

It's impossible

Impossible

Then

Once upon a season

She gets a glimpse

of her little girl dream

A long lost dream

The one that she chose

Without hesitation

Even without any idea

Chosen a long time ago

With all her passion

And with her very special gift

But it's impossible

It's impossible

Impossible

And still

She thinks of it

Every day and night

Each moment that she smells the air

But now she tries to change

Nothing is impossible

No, nothing

With this dream

This only one dream

Nothing more to be the reason

She won't let it go again

She will do everything she had to

This little girl had become a lady

That will not leave her little girl's dream go

No she won't

This dream will always be her dream

And this dream will be with her

A very faithful companion

Till the death do them apart

This dream

Will always be her little girl dream

And will be her a part of her life

A dream that is

of having her own library

No more impossible

It's not impossible

Not impossible

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This isn't impossible

Cleo
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