The raindrops began to trickle away to greet this morning...
His melody, like a melody, carries a sound of soothing silence...
A moment brings a cold winter that slowly blanketed itself outdoors...
The agony that has long battled in the soul is momentary lost, cracking with the storm of continuous rain...
Rain like tears streaming down the cheeks
Bringing along a pill that had long been reluctant to go...
This rain of self is always waiting for your arrival...
I hope you bring some wonderful news to the soul that is always in the darkness...
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Aku dan Goresan Puisiku
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