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Minggu, 28 November 2010

The Dying Ironwood

Standing on the land of nowhere,
My companion left one by one,
Falling down in silence,
Even the wind won't tell me anything.

The last piece of hope,
Crumbling by the evening rain,
Can no feel a thing,
I only know is about lonely.

Those birds even ignore me,
Fly away til they got tired,
But as there's no place to rest,
They just flapping above.

I look around,
Finding myself so fragile in sorrow,
My body seems corroding,
My mind wandering in poetic romance.

I'm sick of this injury...
They don't even bothered,
Why we're here, what we're doing,
They only knew is about satisfaction,
Filling their pouch with ego,
Drown by their ephemeral dream,
No time to talk equilibrium.

The clouds up in the sky,
Watch me with their sacred eyes,
Loudly choke in tears,
Then I saw the last petal fluttering in the air,
I close my eyes.

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