Minggu, 20 Desember 2015

Small Note The Prisoners : in Travel Agency

Day at dusk,
when the rest time will come,
day passes without a sound,
I traced valleys,
hills and arid deserts,
today a promise was about to be accomplished,
kneel, praise, think, surrender body and soul with all complaints,
stain and sin,
tears and longing.

Today is a very dark,
I have no idea,
the full moon is not shining,
This evening I keep running,
browse the darkness,
faithfully keep their promises the lover to remain strong,
such as rigid coral in the ocean.

On the dusty sand,
Oh My God,
I expect this will footsteps towards Thee,
cold wind came caressing the body,
touching the skin up into the heart,
I stiff I'm sad I was melancholy,
whether this death?
Is this a sign of the soul will be desperate?
eyes become blurred,
You like calling from far away, gripping, whittle,
I give up,
I am willing,
death may pick up,
in the bosom,

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