personal document. Sitting myself on the bench Attempt to hold my pen Crumbling ryhme can't be arranged You are a lousy soul And also crumbly Yet I crave you that much I recline thereunder the gleam of city lights Be on the stage and pretend to play the roles In the dismal darkness My desires resemble as a discourse The discourse is solely a discourse It's pointless Your eyes just like an ocean The place when broken words fused into one With its wild wave Will I be there? Inhabit inside your gaze Living life in serenity and string up the things that's been lost A poem by Pradhana Deswara.
I was Ibu's baby bean who was born in early morning at the end of 1998. Now, God let me bloom as flower and transform into art maniac that sometimes bewildering you.

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