When the recesses of my heart
seemed increasingly silent
mute because of a sense of longing
which bias the heart
then no one also was that it could
Manahan feeling in my heart
though a thousand colors fragrant scent
no beautiful word
there is no sentence that can
pierce the veil of longing that blossomed
though should be with the rifle dream
my heart is always longing
as far into the fantasy
because the distance apart
no space left
all the more so hollow
with silence restless
make all desire to be depressed
This heart longing - lonesome
By : Galih Gumelar
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