i choose emptiness to describe how i feels this time
no sounds, no shadow.
no hope, just untied rope.
that screen wants to tell us
the hallucinating happiness
fake joy, unpleased lies
but how come,
moon always track me back to you
the stars reminds me your softness
but still, dark at last surround us
after then its time to hear, "good mourning,
no one".
17.9.2021
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Ruang Hujan
PoetrySecarik antologi kata dan imaji rasa. a couple stories (or just words?) of mind with endless fight deep inside. vote if you enjoy!
