we combine as one,
like the systole and diastole,
like tendons and flaps of valves,
which prevents me from flowing back,
as we flow along,
as if nothing was wrong,
you are my pulse,
you are my lymphocyte,
keeping me from falling apart,
the septum separates us,
from being together,
our blood protects us,
transporting the oxygen around us,
to keep us alive,
you are as precious as my life,
we have lots of memories,
we kept it everywhere,
along the artery,
along the vein,
even in the capillary,
although we separate as atrioles and capillaries,
we will be back as a whole of the vena cava.
hahaha..nerd..this poem is made by four of us: wafaa, me, mas and sarah:D..hahaha..today was fun btw..my voice is BACK!kmu. . .miss my voice??wawawa..
-fyna:)
ps:i gotta stop laughing from now on..exam na lma g..ketulahan krg:s..
