How a beautiful flower dies,
Everything can be rolled like a dice,
If I will say okay,
Do I need to leave? or to stay?
Or am I going to be played?
In every petals that it drops,
The hope that I have it stops,
As I want to feel okay,
All I can do is to cry and lay,
Hoping that I will heal someday.
As the stem became weak,
The feeling of mine is being wrecked,
As I want our hands to shake,
The sky above denied,
And the destiny declined.
But I can't even say goodbye,
To the flower that died,
Trying to live in our life,
And there's no need to cry,
Because it can't be denied.
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A Star Gleam In My Heart
ŞiirA star gleam in my heart as I became a poet, through writing as the same time expressing my feelings I began to publish more poems. This is a Poetry Collection. "You will witness the improvement of my writing." Book Cover by: Miss Lizzy
