Creative Writings Poem

Winter, 44


Hash has been melted slowly

Rotten prey smells peacefully

Sunken myself out of the unholy

Love is one thing that can save me.


“You are as warm as summer,”

Said those weavers.

Replenishing the fear of blue,

As the sky starts to sing in gloom.


The warmth has been consumed. 

Has the lotus started to bloom?

Has God finally met His doom?

As we reminisce, the past has gone too soon.


The hash, unfortunately, has reached its intent

As Heimdall cold-handedly closed the border.

We blindly curse at the boulder

While hell already bashed our end.


Author: Sultan Mahesdewa

Editor: Yohana Satvika Wahyuveda, Ruth Tirza Arina (QC)

Illustrator: Ajeng Suci Hati

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