i cannot compare thee to a summer's day
for the summer is hot and vindictive
it wrecks the vitality in my words
descending into a nothing
but you are like an autumn night
brisk and beautiful
your eyes like embers of the fire
that burns in my heart for thee
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
if not human
Puisithe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
