Sweat...
Dripping swiftly
In the middle of the heat,
In the middle of the desert,
Do not know the south
... north
All I know is just keep going
Thirst was no longer willing to compromise
When I have persuaded to be patient
Seeing does not mean there is
Hearing does not mean feel in
Sometimes the wind and light are just mirages
To cheer up ...
For the joy ...
Not feel any sweat Dripping swiftly ...
Just to fool the feel thirst for a moment,
Even though it ends up getting sullen
And I do not care anymore
What am I doing ...?
must a complaint and blaspheme the director ...?!!
... The more angry, the more thirsty...
Be quiet...?!
The vultures are happier ... and make it cheerful for not bothering to find his lunch menu.
Keep on step ...
I'm sure there ... the other end, I find a water
To create a happiness...for a moment
About the Creator
hero polo
I was born in the city of Malang, East Java, Indonesia on 16 November 1980 ago. My last education in law faculty, brawijaya university.
Writing is one of the hobbies besides photography and drawing (see heropolo.blogspot.co.id).
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