Baby Blue

20.06 Mettia Indar Pratami 0 Comments

 
She was a little.
Played along with the rain,
Recited a spell in the jungle.
Like the whistle of the train,
rang forward without any pain.
 
Just turning 15.
A lot of things had been seen.
Entering the empire of misery,
Letting them in to break the mystery.
Dang! They’re only temporary!
 
Her scent,
Her presence,
Creeping down to the sand.
 
Trickle
Wrinkle
Spread by broken bones
Held by empty cones.

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