Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Too Precious to be Forgotten

On that evening
The sun was still up
Still bright enough
to see what's downstairs

Through the glass 
on the third floor
I saw you
Sitting under the tree

My fatigue soon disappeared
Unconsciously, I started running
Down the stairs
To come over you

Written by : Geovani Budisari (13020115120007)

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