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Rika Keniatun

Writing poetry its like peeing on yourself. Everyone can see it, but only you can feel the warmth.

From University to Serendipity

Diperbarui: 4 Januari 2022   17:53

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He asked his heartbeat
Why does he feel so palpitate?
Is this exhausted enough
or a sign that he is in love?

The grass was a silent witness
Where he blushed
Over the expected circumstances
Then unexpectedly happened

The feeling was priceless
Under the sun make a pinky promise
My eyes stare at him
Who was melted like an ice cream

I don't know how many full moons have passed
But it still feels like yesterday
Oh love, thou really the best thing I ever have
Thou the only one who brave to stay in my cave

Thou soul is ethereal
Thou send me a cherish for real
Help me to heal
Erase the suffering I feel

We nowadays care for a love that blooms increasingly
Not treated with fancy fertilizers
Only watered with sincerity
Which brings us happiness.

South Tangerang, 23 March 2019




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