In the midst of loneliness
Desert winds blow often
Forming a shadow
The face of the night is hidden
The wave brings death
Greeting Time
As long as a child’s gaze
Their souls lost
Without song melodies
Children’s games covered in blood
Where is the world
That sung me lullabies
In the hands of laughter
Following the turning of the earth around the sun
As little images full of imagination
Now thick smoke covers humanity
Drawing thunder and opening deep wounds
Scratching the anxiety of unsettled souls
We should fight together
Jumat, 18 Maret 2011
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