Mourning Morning Poem by PINONDANG SITUMEANG

Morning mourning long bell
From the church up the hill
Breeze till my bone cold
My tears dropp and sob

A wise man gone for good
Last night we were teasing aloud
I owe him for dinner out
He longing for fish foods

His commenst make my day
Not beyond the border
Green blink I am waiting for
Now the mourning morning

He wrote in multicolor topics
Sad, happy or religious
Love poem about his romance
Run away from cheating friend


A lots of common interesting
Poems of roses and moonlight
Love of my poems and writings
Call me a top writer

Love biking make him a masculine
Love sea and lonely villa
In silent we love write imagination
Age gap not a reason

Unconscious tears drop
A mourning morning without his joke
Miss him just click his blog
Good bye dear friend Mr Top