By Ilham Pujangga
Twilight increasingly fall to the ground
Soon the night writhing merrily
My boat silent motionless
Desolate snowy canyons
I picked up the sounds of frogs
That singging accompany my soul
Singing hum the longing
That spill all upset
In that valley I waiting for you
With the time that rolling
Your eyes that gleaming
Anesthetize the entire body
In that valley I waiting for you
Until no longer starry night
September 11, 2013
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Ilham Pujangga. Lives in Jambi, Sumatra.
