Messy room,
Face with gloom,
familiar smell from cigar,
as the soul stretched showed scar,
Some on body,
Some like thrown to the sea,
Vanished or just tarnish,
slice of emptiness,
Like some heart pieces,
No brat not even a cat,
Mellow is on the pillow,
It's a long term longing,
From a soul that not yet a belonging,
so precious so marvelous,
indifferent yet magnificent,
like something ancient,
Any soul with wise and grace,
Is mine to easily embrace,
Though it might get old,
it can never be merely jolt,
It will be greater like gold,
Forever I will be glad to hold...
https://www.facebook.com/notes/vina-ariestharini/indifferent-gold/275106945956746
Face with gloom,
familiar smell from cigar,
as the soul stretched showed scar,
Some on body,
Some like thrown to the sea,
Vanished or just tarnish,
slice of emptiness,
Like some heart pieces,
No brat not even a cat,
Mellow is on the pillow,
It's a long term longing,
From a soul that not yet a belonging,
so precious so marvelous,
indifferent yet magnificent,
like something ancient,
Any soul with wise and grace,
Is mine to easily embrace,
Though it might get old,
it can never be merely jolt,
It will be greater like gold,
Forever I will be glad to hold...
https://www.facebook.com/notes/vina-ariestharini/indifferent-gold/275106945956746
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