In to the little spacey ways
Someone to long for in the very afar
With the colors of every place
Listen to the moods of a cloudy sky
With every feeling that is inside
Something is coming or going by
When you listen for a moment and abide
Both ways it cut too deep
But one side is healing fast
Each night stars I count to sleep
Hope the feeling gone at long last
July comes struck the bell.
Longing for you I won't tell.
3.30 am- Its raining heavily outside. Hujan. Welcome July.
2 comments:
very nice poem! you wrote it ?
yup emma. but i hate the grammar part.
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