Scent a love
Flavors and taste
Such gloomy passage
Anticipation and courage
Nothing is too heinous
All ought to be hugged
Soothing soul
Rooting hope
Over the moonlight
Dark,
Shady alley is murky
Sip wilderness
Among the tiny drizzling rain
Many are blinded
Beyond self-perception
In me,
Minimalism is creeping below man’s doubt
Almost like a story
Confusion was dying
Upon the bloody misery
Intelligibility in no hesitation
Precision in human’s will
Decided
I must win this life, ultimately.
Malaya Roses
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