Originally posted by DeadPoet:
I wrote this in the MRT on the way home today.
There is something 'special' about this poem.
Can anyone guess what is it? 
[b]Without
you
Wild wind, howling like a mad man,
Out of control.
Angry storm, pounding like a giant,
Out for my blood.
I am not afraid, humming away our song,
Dancing in the dark.
Going round and round in my final hour,
Into your waiting arm.
Guiding my soul into your world,
In a far away land.
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Look interesting. Can give more hints?
