Malaya Roses

Bright moon was here, 
Before a sandy lies 
After the lips of hatred
Telling aloud
Cloudy summer
Anticipation was kneading hard
Prejudice on dice
Gamble of jealousy
Might be a finale 
Our suffocation, 
At large
We lost everything 
Mislaid the same moon 
After the dusk
Nothingness is due
Resentment was more
Entranced by greed, 
Foolish step is always taken.

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Malaya Roses

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