*Before this poem starts, I would like to thank my 3 friends,
Ravkhandra Rachman, Farrel Satyarana, and Muhammad Izza, Without them, this poem idea wouldn't exist, This is a remake of our poem, in my way of making poetries*
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i open my window glass on what i'm looking
the rain pitching through my ears
making the beautiful noise of a rose
sound music to my ears
rain drops ticking down to my window
until i opened it open
a flood approached me
i saw them, running away
running to safegrounds
many evacuated
i look to see the rain season
as i feel some dead some alive
as we placed our spots
we placed our belongings
it may not be the same anymore
but as we see, it may come back
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Just Poetries
PoetryI'm short, I'm under treated, Other people are saying i'm a nobody, But when they see the things I do and what I express, they would regret. As my story is told in a poetry.
