you have many names, that i called you often
through suns and moons,
winds bring them to every corner,
to the life and the dead,
passing slides,
to shapes and curves.
apparently comes in kindess, mercy, and compassions.
inside the temporary and the eternity.
in everything, i called all your names.
but one that i will never called you.
mine.
25.3.2024
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Ruang Hujan
PoesiSecarik antologi kata dan imaji rasa. a couple stories (or just words?) of mind with endless fight deep inside. vote if you enjoy!
