The golden streak of light in the sky fades into a sky bathed in orange and pink.
If this were a Greek tragedy, someone would have grabbed a dagger and slashed a golden streak of yellow in the sky. The slash would have then seeped into a glorious bloodbath of pink and orange.
If this was a tragedy, the sunset would be a glorious bloodshed.
03/23
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
[ p o e t r y 2]
PuisiVolume II of my life's poetry work As with my first volume, these poems contain snippets of my life and my strongest emotions. Here I have opened my soul up to be read.
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