By Siamir Marulafau
The poem you recite looks beautiful as mine
Whenever I feel so as to call the meaning
Makes me sometimes sad since the begining
I know that is the poem
The poem you recite seems to be as I write
It provides me precious wherever I travel by
The sound seems pretty, touch every where
I travel by,not one deny
The poem seems to be my life
Inseparable from the thought I gain
It looks like what you think so
The poem beautiful, creation of man's tought
July 22, 2013
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Siamir Marulafau. Lives in North Sumatra.
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