Silence, Sepi & Poetry
Between Dark & Light

I often ask

Why do you come home so soon

And the light quickly came

While the story is long

About the un-pourable miss

About the love that cannot be expressed

Waiting for him to greet the room

Now, the nelangsa is crumbling into silence

Shady

Dimly

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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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