The Day Of Being Immortal Poem by Maria Sudibyo
The Day Of Being Immortal
Maybe I’m at my golden years or maybe at downfall
Maybe everybody still remembers me or maybe nobody’s there
Maybe my looks never changes or maybe my body is strained
Maybe I could destroy the world or maybe I’m too tired to care
Maybe it’s the time my pain all gone or maybe when I’m cursed to live
Maybe I become unsolved mysteries or maybe everybody jealously known
my legendary story
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