Friday, January 20, 2017


By Anjas S.T.

His dark tonight
Cover me in longing
Longing is not trimmed
Alighted like floating dust

Still fresh in the bosom
When conference in a park
I want to repeat again
Although now living dream

Day by day
Leaving only memories
Without know when to return
Maybe I try to forget

MEMORIES Rating: 4.5 Diposkan Oleh: Little Kipli

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