Garden

Nevermore I want to pick a flower
‘cause in my hand it would die silently
and its fragrance would fade regretfully
like the pale sunlight on the nightfall shore
So tonight I will only write a poem
A telltale poem I will never recite
Perhaps it will never see the daylight
left forever inside a dark locked room
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ditulis oleh Rey Prameshwara