Glow will be the sign
Yet another blast in
gloom
Who can see somebody
squeals at doom?
Betray their sorrow,
even when
Times ever more unclear;
Haunting in perfectly
screen
On the roads we could tell
Gloomy feeling through
the ringing bell
As night is never fully
penetrable,
Shadow can be a
metaphor
An old shine we are
waiting for;
Where everything
becomes holy
Grow us sword, so
victory!
Portray the untold
Keep hands still into
my hold
Bravely hearts come
from finding
Even when words lose
their meaning
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Hai! Saya Akbar Hari Moe. Penyuka dunia kepenulisan dan seni sastra. diamembisu.com merupakan self project sejak tahun 2011 hingga sekarang. diamembisu.com percaya, semua orang perlu didengar dan dimengerti. Dan lewat puisi, hal tersebut bisa dipenuhi
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