Honk the Horn
in the middle of night
under the light of the moonlight
facing a car light
made me hold myself tight
memories of you
suddenly rush into my mind
the voice of you
saying you'll never leave me behind
but a loud noise
made me open my eyes
my inner voice
told me not to be an ice
that i should continue
to spread the warmth i have
with or without you
I should move on with my life
This poem is about:
My country
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