Flying Purple Butterfly

Senin, 04 April 2016

Poetry




Cloudy

I stared into the sky
My eyes were blind to see such beautiful stars
Everything looks beautiful
When you're not saying good bye

Tears coming down
Like cloud which close the bright of the sun
So dark, so cold, so quiet
Just listening a drop of water which had been fallen down

I open the window
And hope, I can see sky is smiling like before
It was as clear as sun rise
But the truth it was not, because there is not you by my side

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