Dancing with you under the moonlight is now only my dream…

Though we made love, once, twice, more, with no light in that room…

Holding your hand in front of them is now only my dream…

Though you, once, twice, more, held me tight on that comfy couch…

Seeing a word or two, pop up on my notebook monitor, is now only my dream…

Though you sent me, once, twice, more, a thousand word or poem without being asked…

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“Dan silakan kalian kembali berimajinasi dan berpikir sesuka hati kalian tentang penggalan cerita di atas…”

Tags: Cerita Cinta, Persepsi Bebas, Puisi

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