PUISI LUAHAN HATI, TERAPI DIRI: “THE PASSING WIND”
Memories are like the passing wind It passes us through the phases But it doesn’t come back the same The same smell, same colour, same temperature It won’t be the same I acknowledged my nightmares as the passing wind The punches they gave, the stares and laughs It is still in my head It is […]
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