Monday, January 21

Of Twitter and cheap poetry

Be my sun to the shine, please

Be the stars to my night.

be my sweet to the dream

be the moon to my light.

Would you, please.

be my sun to my rise

be the good in my morning.

The coffee to my pie, every OJ to my toast

be my morning text

and my wake up kiss.

Be the one I treasure and miss.

- By, Syark Wasangka
and the rants of a friend.

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