Dear Beloved Stranger


I keep it in the deepest place

In an unmapped island

A story about a true mutterer

With millions of dreams and hopes

It’s too passionate to read

About fear, happiness and everything looks so complicated

The story is not fair, indeed

I begin to murmur again

About feeling that always left and coming back

That’s a little bit confusing

Among billions of people and why it has to be him

It’s not because I don’t feel sorry for him

But, he was never opened his door but busy with his own world

Actually, I envy him

He can laugh it off even he is only with himself

His gaze is never empty

He knows he was stranded and scared

But, the only one that I want to feel is his happiness that seems never fade.

Bella Triana Putri




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