S U N S E T Poem by PINONDANG SITUMEANG

S U N S E T



I watch the day
Soften in twilight
The sun flashing
With final brilliant fire
Before surrender to slumber

A breeze stir the air
A few scatter clouds move with it
Moving lazily across darkening sky

She walk away
And say good bye
Leaving vacant wooden chair
Unforgettable day of broken tie

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