Eternal Story Of You


Blue roses in a count;

One, dancing in the dream it will happen

Two, waiting for a show at night

Three, write an eternal story like; Sapardi


One, two, three happy is a must,

There will be mortal

But,

Flowers grow not too early though continue to be watered


When the distance come over

On the fourth count, do not be sad

Because, I am your lover

You are my beloved


Like the sun’s ouster

Like the waves in the ocean

Like the God to the Prophet

If there is no language in this world


You are the first language that I create in the count of the eternal verses of poetry;
By Salsabila Novma Alhakim (J1A016065) ❤️

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