Poetry | The Time
No timeframe taught me about distance.
You are present in every inch of skin.
Like longing that always sinks into the pores, it's too hard to forget an air whose passion carry destiny.
When the promise was spoken silently in a webbed liquid. And the passage of destiny unfolds over time.
There is no time lag until my longing shot up to your sky
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This is a completely different @razack-pulo i am noticing in this post. I am so happy to see the poems. Keep writing on #pob.
Hana trok jih si gam nyan bah pih get that neu tulèh puisi, hehehehe...
Hahaha.. nyan keuh bang.