Minggu, 18 April 2010

Last Impression

I saw her standing there
With a full glass of rain
The night was singing
Solitude of jazzy midnight

By the time she stood there
Autumn wind passing me by
Leaving a bitter sad fragrance
What can be said by trembling heart?

Paninggilan, 18 April 2010, 02.18

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