The Conversion Means Nothing
End of journey
The wind becomes hot again
Return to water
Return to land
It's time for the messenger to testify for himself to return home
When the leaf floated down to the earth lying down
And the sun goes out missing the light is gone glare
People dig holes
People are packing
The last sheet in the lid is already
Complete note no semicolons missing
The longing and restless restlessness ended
In the subtle boundary called destiny
Remembrance of the journey of the traveler
That in death that stopped by
After I walk my story
After one risk step I took myself
Now there is only a floating feeling on my day
Wants to close beautifully
But fate is different from the heart
A cold look can no longer be felt
Boneless tongue movement into a tragic trim lid
Now I deserve a dry leaf
Blown by floating wind floating buoyant will somehow perch where
Stumped with gravel
Or a clear river
Which will flow my sheets to the estuary
One direction where the destination ends
Somewhere where the flow flows
Convince the integrity of the journey that does not get lost
We are from the arid sheet that challenges the storm to come
That would bring down the boomerang drove the old story to disappear
In the breath of the glitter
Between the emotions of the soul
Together with the deburrence of surging desire
Which will continue to build up over time
Yellow chrysanthemums at the beginning of this year's rainy season
The end of life's journey is never known
The time has come for sure
I was lying between the cries of exclamation
In the noise of flying dust
Shortly before the rain fell I was in a draped
Thousands of voices crying
of sadness in happiness (maybe )
I was caught between two mistakes
Denging a call
Torturing the heart's eyes
Bring nelangsa mind
There's a wish maybe I'm over
The spring of September flows
White mosquito net cover
Longitudinal body that blues
In a coffin
Tears of light helped to say hello
But the smile still remained awake from these lips
The fallen leaves dry to cover the body
The tapestry of the faded riot drifts along the course of time
Black stains cannot be washed with clear water
Bitter life that is not lost even though immersed in a sea of honey
Dark heart crying sorrow
In the deepest of havoc rooms
The world jokes never play
Spreading bright yet pitch melting
Like a paddler when dreaming
Beautiful in taste but invisible
This is my last time
Let these eyes embrace all memories
When we take off the grip under the mega
The little candle started to light up
He asked me to close my eyes immediately
I leave prayers to be happy
Good road to the presence of God
May he be placed by his side
Eye ink always spills
The cold of the baby as if tore a lump of longing meat
Stroking a heart that is heartbreaking
Greetings in the heart
A faint crumble of helplessness in the depths of the soul
Weeping for real who are not willing to separate
When love is not in the jamah
Sowing the most restless feeling
When miss is not in the clingy
Embroiders the most thunderous degup
Thousands of stories have been written
Millions of stories are written
The characters on my end sheet
Paper folded opaque and gloomy
Love all love
Worship of all living
Soul of all souls
The love of all love
And....
Heart of all hearts
I want to dwell in the implied level of the ground
The sky blackened without light
Regas all shoots in an orange afternoon
Because I've stopped in blackened snowflakes
