Thursday, December 29, 2016


By Gus Rosyid Ba Tuasamu

We never had any ideals,
Want to always meet every morning.
I'm the sun,
While you may be like the morning dew.

As I began to emerge,
I can only look at you briefly,
Then lost.
Together with autumn leaves in the wind dried the streets.

Dew Rating: 4.5 Diposkan Oleh: Little Kipli

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