DEW
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.
Thursday, December 29, 2016
Dew
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