It is my illusion and a high mind
Can it make real?
However, I would not be able to
God has not touched my pen along my heart
The day goes by tears ...
I hope still lingering ...
Seemed to crouch did not want to go
The more unified in the seeds that I desire
Incapable to...
Burst into tears were running down every night
Remember my poem which I let lonely
This is my poem ...
My story is not going to stop
Then, did the grief win of heartbeat my hope?
I do not know ...
God is still in hiding
Allow the inner screamed above the silent words
If it crowded with my tears
Empty with my smile
No problems...
This is my poem,
Knitted my love to pour for her intentionally
Although not perfect
(Jakarta, 2011)
good.... ***^_^***
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