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Ghaluh Hapsari
More than Sky I used to see,

the raven eyes I've ever known.

Then Peace growing subsequently

while I'm afraid and all alone.

In cold I could not hug

In warmth I cannot stand

This being losing its part

A fancy one, it's called a friend.

And to the dark, find it blind

Weeping with rain during its fall

To the Bright showing Divine

destructed eyes-you know they shall.

Published by Ghaluh Hapsari

I like writing poems. Actually, at first, I wrote poems in order to help me learn English. I forced to add some vocabs I want to learn but then I found a joy when I let myself writing without any forces, usi...  View profile

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