Kamis, 19 Januari 2012

poem II

UNDERNEATH THE PINUS TREE

Its fall down like slowly rain,
So confused of itself,
Where will it go?
How far it will?
How long it gonna pretend the world?
It have no answer actually,
It have no question because,
When you ask why,
You just waste your time,
It answered by the time,
Cause its autumn right now, 
Autumn underneath the pinus tree..

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