her dream

poor little girl

wandering in the woods

thinking she was flying in the clouds

never be true

neither she nor he

who know about her inner ponder

same good memories

made her living in the cold dream

freshen up the restricted light beam

staring at the ceiling

still thinking of failing

slowly, there's a grief in her wailing

her dream

May 17, 2020, 1.04 am

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I rarely tulis poem mungkin I lost some words right in this moment membuatkan saya tidak mampu menulis dalam bahasa melayu

there you go let us hear to speechless by Naomi Scott

take care guys I hope you will always have a good dream . sleep well toooooo
adios