Glass
- Jessy Ismoyo
- Feb 10, 2015
- 1 min read
Flower vase
White glass
Black tea
Those three is placed below the tree
Glinding over time on hourglass
I beat your heart
Then I appear as an art
Daisies chart
Grass darts
I sprint your existence
I rush across the distance
In the end,
I skip your electrical resistence
And it looks like a reminiscence
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