Tuesday, April 29
summer love
God's creation is always the most wonderful.
Mr. Golden Sun.
When i step outdoor, in an instant, he would greet me by shining down at me.
Like a spotlight when im performing on the cruel stage of life.
Sometimes, to end the troubles in my ever so metaphoric life, he would spread a golden glow across the sky, chasing the dark clouds away.
Today, although my malay paper sucked big time, Mr. Golden Sun stopped the curtain of rain that was about to beat down from the balcony where you can catch a glimpse of heaven. In fact, while the rest were complaining about the weather, im happy. Because Mr Golden Sun made me wear a glow of happiness.
I looked up to him, only to find his eyes crinkling back at me, blinding my sight.
Thank you Mr Golden Sun=]