Tale of the Eighth Gurindam and Roses in A Glass

Should I heard the old tale about a window where memories keep looking outside with their shiny eyes?
You were not talking through a radio with "1980" or somethin' labeled in front of it's box, yet with a new beautiful LCD monitor so I could see clearly inside. There was a picture of roses full of thorns that speared my hands when I tried to wave -even- before the glass.

There was gurindam which not completed yet when the program is over. Even eight was still in a half finished. I re-read every single fonts used, found that you're there. The picture was still clear, yet this time I can touch the rose and left the pain behind.

If someday anyone of you see the roses in a glass while pieces of paper with twelve gurindam left in front. It is a single tale, where the window of memories looking outside with their shiny eyes. I've finished it! Without a single drop of claret or pieces of thorn to pull in my hands.

Patenggangan, Mei 2009