Some theatre some representation,
How a man can influence someone's passion,
Born to be loved,
Ended up to be lone..
Tell to the pilgrim about my lore,
'Till leather on my face - fifty three,
Pigmy signor, oh Fitri.
Alas from him,
Murdering me as sharp as my writing,
The pattern woven; torn to burnt,
This removable cloth; my rest test the stress,
My deary heart was ill — pain tree on pages,
He made my tear growing,
Misery meek of little woman.
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PoetryMelayu: Ini adalah puisi yang mempunyai pelbagai perspektif tersendiri. Bacalah dengan teliti dan bayangkan dengan berhati-hati. English: Hi my hasanahs, I hope my poetry would bring something special to your heart and the world. Have a nice road an...
