Silence, Sepi & Poetry
You Remain and Never Go Lost

Can I look at you again

No need for a long time

Just for a second, please,

Most importantly my miss is a little lost

I always remember that time

Where I'm in flames picking you up

Greeted with a smile of a soft smelter

We walked together down the dark

And I really wanted that night to be long

I remember that night, too

When the words of love began to speak

Which is three years I love you in silence

But baby, baby,

My race is not avenged

Now, stay remembered

I can't forget yet

There hasn't even been a relationship yet

As long as this word goes

You remain and never disappear

For the heart that is feeling sore, for the memories that are very bitter and for the longing that was buried, may all be healed quickly and quickly melted.😊

Passion for you to carry out their activities, may you like my simple poetry huh hehe.

One more thing, I'm a guy ya not a girl wkwk ntar in think girls again.

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