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Bleak by Nicholas Lokasasmita

Summertime Sadness
Shortlived Happiness
Have I ever told you that
I fear it coming

My blood is black
I hope flowers grow
On decaying bodies
And bees talk slow

What are you
A singing tall tale
A modern relic
Or a heart so frail

I am a snowcap
On stagnant mountains
At the peak of happiness
Till the story take its turn

You are a sun
Not like there’s many
I melted into valleys
Snow in my mouth

There used to be
Little humans came to hike
On my broken bones
Any colour you like

Words: L.J
Illustrations: Nicholas Lokasasmita



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