First Time
At night time we met
When I was saturated
Although it was full dark,
Somehow I can see you.
I wrote a poem now
I ran my article now
Somehow this all could happen
A definite sense of love is increasingly worsen.
I want to forget it but could not,
Want to delete it but reversed like.
Hate but why do I like?
What is this thing as love?
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Poetry First Time
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