My Pillow
My pillow
Becomes my dearest friend
When I got sorrow or secret
That cannot be shared
Expecially when I'm hurt by
Someone intimate
Someone awed
It absorbs all my sorrow
Like a sponge
Fullest to the brim
Never let me down
Whenever I retreat to rest
From a day of strenuous and tensions
It has all my tears and laughters
Hustle and bustle of life
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