The wind blows, the grit flies
Who am I? Where am I?
Noise disparaged the one
I fight for what I want
Passion activate the machine
Thousand leaves quietly mean
Motionless, Useless, Excess,
No longer yearning the exist
Worthily win no matter what
Salmon survived look at
Resisting the flows
Are you the sparkle toe?
An outstanding dreamer glared the muse
Coz world never excuse.
By Annisa
Banda Aceh,
Thursday, September 29th, 2017
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