Monday, 3 September 2018

ALIVE

The speech that I wrote
From the stage to be roared
Thundered as expected
But also, fell at the very place
Where I only nested

Luckily, I wasn't there
Or unluckily should I say?
I feel like the sun now
Which doesn't has its day

But nights are still mine!
The stars in those nights still shine!
What's getting older, is just the wine
And I, am still alive!

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