lingering in a bond of love stories
pass the full flower of romance
chatting with intimate touch
in the garden you love full of charm
yourself complacent about
the hustle and bustle of the world
orange color adorns my imagination
fascinated by pleasure like heaven
even though it is just a fake
I melt every word
trapped in a real embankment
no power to resist the turmoil of taste
the desire to ensnare in pleasure alone
I want to end but can I
your beauty has penetrated
the melancholy niche
our longing for real chime
hit the high wall of the stone wall
I could still hold back the tears
but it hurts in the heart like an incision
until when can I survive
the pain is always thick
stopping love is really not an option
if you delete miss
a moment just can't stand it
let me live all my desires
even though you have to walk
without a certain goal
I want you not to be my imagination
be real in joy and sorrow
but will it happen as real as love
both of us we enjoy a blend of body and soul
this is not poetry but the cry of our hearts
never mind let everything flow
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Solo, Sun, 21st July 2019. 10:40 pm
'with love and peace'
Suko Waspodo
ilustr: Pallavi Deodhar
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