Oranges Scent Poem by indah said

Oranges Scent



It's like looking for the limit
Nothing the red line to be yours
And when I was walking in the afternoon light,
I can't forbidden all of the feels war

So you give a memory of the distance
and it feels like a marshmallow once

Friday, March 23, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: memory,red,war
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