Alone Poem by yunar indra

The moon seems sad, smile invisible fissure
seemed disappointed over the ugly act of human-caused

In this sad, no one embraced
marrow puncture ribs riveted miss, the more distant...

Itself is indeed full of quiet, sometimes favors often poignant
Sad to breathe limping, and sincerely hope alone is just a dream

Helped some strains of song, dance, Wind naughty supple
heart medicine in times of inflammation, and sincerely hope this lonely is just merely the clouds