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Syantrie Aliefya Poem
I stood at the end edges of the times
draw breath in a long weary
I saw the earth's population is very high enthusiasm
welcome fanfare age of globalization
I leaned over the country exhausted
when stumble at the junction of a road
laughter roared to cheers crowded
I saw the earth that barely meets the frayed
I lay there, wedged in the corner of the end of life
I guess override liver congested space in depth
watch the green flies swarming chirpy
around the circumference of the odor was named the world
I gasped when he appeared whisper greetings
crowded into the cavities of no-man's soul
throw the rest of me to the arena of struggle
in the midst of strife porandanya an era
Bandung, July 24, 2016
Copyright © Syantrie Aliefya | Year Posted 2016
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Syantrie Aliefya Poem
I never stopped, searching for the sound source of a beautiful melody that kept on singing and crying at the same time, reminding me of the dark night fog last month, when I invited you to recollect the nostalgia of the past, in the haunting dimension, where you and I shed all the turmoil.
I never tire of stepping on the footsteps of the lonely footprints of pedestrians, as well as the solitary footprints and footprints of hikers, all of whom walk all the way to the magnificent altar where you sit and sit on the throne of patience, sincerity and self-sacrifice are tiring at the end.
I will maintain the patience with which you have taught for millions of years, through the scribbles of scripture, the whole chapter, page after page, line by line, carefully written in the heart written by the back of a lonely room, where you let go. all the spills of past memories and hopes of the future.
I will continue to follow the motions of the heartbeats that always encourage me to keep going, forgetting all the pain, ignoring all the fatigue, avoiding prejudices, so that I will continue to focus on one goal point that is all manifest and present look clear ahead.
I will continue to look for parts of the lost body that have been flown into the clouds, and have metamorphosed in different shapes, with thick eyebrows, but still cast a charming smile.
I would still keep the morning frostbite feeling cool, mingle with the fog that kept shaking the body, remembering the familiar facial expressions as the crack of dawn signaled the presence of excitement, replacing the passing of silence.
I will continue to invite you to talk, in the stillness of the night, though the twilight we have to spend together at the pier in the evening is far from sight, for I know how precious the meaning of a short phrase is called loyalty.
Copyright © Syantrie Aliefya | Year Posted 2019
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