MEMORIES
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
Friday, January 20, 2017
MEMORIES
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