By Rara Sarasva
Rain always brings nostalgic
In the black puddles in your town halls
On the night of the week is always interrupted by time
In the arms that carries bitterness
In the tears that I always disguised by granules rain
And the heart is lost by uncontrolled anger.
December 10, 2012
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Rara Sarasva. Lives in Semarang, Central Java.
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