Muse

4/30/2016 10:37:00 AM



The feeling of a sword embedded at your heart,
has made you begging for King Arthur to pull it out.
With blood streamed swiftly until it’s drained.
As you gasped for air due to pain.
And you cried no more when you died.

You were buried
in the deep deep rain.
A flower grew upon you.
One by one emerged 'til a garden showed its face. 
And other people smile seeing what became of it.


-- Inspiration

(Depok, April 30th 2016)

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