When there’s no tear to cry,
This place always healing,
Life is on par,
But my heart still burning.
Breeze slowly whispering,
“You are not the one who grieving,
Close your eyes and listening,
Through the sound that I sending,
Your soul is landing,
On the right place to be..."
P/S: This is my 1st attempt writing poem in English. So bad bad bad
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