SOFTSKILL B.INGGRIS: Poetry
Gloomy
She was crying when it started to rain
She couldn’t help her feeling anymore
She talking to the mirror
Do not push yourself, that’s all what in
her mind
While she was
sleeping, someone came into her dream
The boy was
holding her hand when she fell
She was trying to
reach him when he ran away
But all she did
was meaningless
Day after day has passed
She was trying to get used to accept the
reality
Death was inevitable
And the best thing she could do is to let
go
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