The rose is not always red
But rose promised to be a thorn
The overcast is not be rain
And the isn’t promise a rainbows
The leaves fall one by one
All of heaven because Allah
But when I try to flashback
I’m really a sinful one
My tears is my weakness
And the deepest of sad is my regret
Give me longevity to correct my self
So I’m could be a perfect
~Poetri Ardhifa Agt (117850)~
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