Pray Only

Poem By Prasetya Utama

I minup coffee,
coconut rice breakfast,
continued smoke one stick.
She was sick.
Her tears couldn’t lie,
but I Did not know what really was,
I was also still confused
to look for her sad
Just what I going to do
I continued to pray

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Good poem. A simple expression of desperation and seeking God's help.

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