A Poem to Remember
Acrostic
Might the soul was carved billion mistakes, but she was there.
On and off, hung then sank, but she plunged herself while begged, "Swim, honey!"
Tied the mind on tight selfishness, but she stoodstill.
Hardiness was never meet saturation nor defeat.
Ebullience has came to an end, tried to looked back for a moment, but she wasn't there.
Regretting for her eternal silence to a very late, "Love you to the moon and back too..."
/November '15/
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PoetryThe Books You Never Read (shorted by TBsYNR) is my ongoing works project. The works bringing in all kind of humans' emotions, and i poured them into two languages narration: English and Bahasa Indonesia. ...
