Rabu, 02 November 2011

poom rain

For a long time, I embroider on the imaginary curtain of rain
arranging face a similar puzzle there,
piece by piece, with memories of adhesive on each side
then when everything is perfectly incarnates
framed painting parasmu miss it in any melting

which kupelihara in the corner with a sense of sad hearts
from season to season

"Love has always harbored a secret and the mystery itself,
on the sky, the rain, "you said softly stammered.
And instantly, tears welling incarnate
like a torrential river flows far upstream menghanyutkanku
where every expectation we shipwrecked there

For a long time, I scan the patter drizzle sosokmu
ensure that every shale dream to be together
build a paradise in the palm of your feet can be a real
but always, everything is immediately passed
and gone with the wind on the porch

"Believe me, I have no didarahku dinadimu like you," quietly bisikmu
when bayangmu, slowly fading behind rinai rain ..

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