Cold Night

Poetry by Azura Shine

Jakarta by Nissa

Saturday night.
The street lights shine.
Colorful tall buildings.
The sound of car engines in concert on the highway.
Clouds cover up the moon.
Grey.
Gray night.
Too dark.
Silent night.

In a small apartment room on the 27th floor.
Eyes looking at each other.
Tears flowed like a waterfall.
A very noisy voice was arguing inside the head.
Those smile kill the wound.
The paintings on the walls bear witness.

Cold night.
Trying to cover bodies with an iron blanket.
Cold night get cooler than our past.
But those eyes.
With luck, those eyes never stop staring with warmth.

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