She Cried - Poem by Ismim Putera
Pouring like rain,
Because of the pain,
And not only of the pain,
The life essence that it drains.
Again and again,
Bended and strained,
All the nerve, bone and vein,
Hopes that anchored were unchained.
Sighing in vain,
No longer mind the rain,
She knew she would sustain,
Even all were lost in the battle plane.
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