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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