When you come home...

Never turn blue.. Every time, when you feel like you want to jump, come hold my hand and fly instead to collect those stars. Looks at these old photos and memories, keep it in heart and promise her to hug her always. They are still living, breathing in the pass wishing for your future. You're like a moonlight, dark but still want to shine. Everyone has dreams and hopes.. But what is dream and hope without grace and pray? Pray.. Pray for the pass, present, future, hereafter.. I never want to jump, I try to jump wondering if I could fly. I want to fly like a little butterfly in the sky. Small but hopeful and strong. Don't be afraid to ask for a water to plant your roses. Never let these hopes and dreams gone. Never let it be forgotten.. Pray for everything to be worth it once when you come home.. 

-Zaty rose 

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