A Little Young Boy
Time
flies by
Until
this young boy finds out the truth
A
young boy who has been forgotten in his own world
A
young boy who always asks to his shadow
Nobody
could hear the buzz
But
everyone can still hear the whispers
In
the corner of those ruins this young boy stares
An
empty sight from his eyes
At
the edge of a slumber he stands
No
more people around, just wind blows surround
To
the black rose he tells each story
Still,
only tenderness
A
young boy gets closer to a shining star, but it fades away
Then
a water drop brings news
It
tells him to keep standing at the edge of the slumber
Where
he would always be a little young boy
Author: Pande Bayu P.
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