Afternoon BACK HOME
One afternoon, I went to him like a light scream that was the most boisterous of the complexity and sadness the world has.
On other afternoons, I incarnated with gloomy laughter even with the song about the secluded romance he used to show me.
There are also nights where I sound like a whisper, like loneliness that even the thickest rhymes in the world can't read.
Also, my voice was as loud as the sound and roar of the waves that didn't want to slow down.
Swallowed the whole afternoon in the burning fire until the light dimmed
As usual,
He's sitting there, in a corner not knowing what,
Greeting all my looks was equally warm, in a voice too low for a human who should be angry either;
With a sound like a breeze on the balcony of a house,
Seeing hugs and intentions akin to poetry that brought me back home.
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Regards,
Mutia R @mutiaarahmah