The Sunset by Eka Yudhi Pratama The wind blew my cheek gently Cold as she worried For the sinking yellow that she loved I said "No", Tomorrow never lies, it arises You shall not be worried Only missing is allowed "I wish this peace will everlast, till we move to the Mars" She wishes I… Lanjutkan membaca The Sunset [Poem]
Gue Yudhi Pratama 