November Rains

Poem By Prasetya Utama

The water point of November rains
This morning
Cultivated my beautiful memory
That for a long time has been stockpiled in the sin waste
The Waste of my life
That was slow
To became fertilizer of my soul
From the body that increasingly rotted
Now my memory growth weak
In the roll of the black cloud

Comments about November Rains

The rains bring back the flashback of your unintended memories and thus wickening your heart n souls.

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