It is real, isn’t it?
(a poem for HIV / AIDS Day, December 1)
Gloomy Wednesday morning
It brought long painful shock to be healed
A women humms liric of time song
Voice as that is hard as a river at the mountains though we heard it
Brightly between the loudly afrraid men
once again in this dayi heard your nameand it sucessfully makes my mood swayit just flash my mind backto the days we ever hadto all memories we ever shared
Can you say love to one you do not fall in!?
Can’t you say no to one you fall in?
This is you,
This is me,
This is him, her, and them
This is me
I am me,
To me? You did say it?
I am born and I am dead
each day is my born day
if joyous joyful is full of joy,
how could I become
the joyous joyful joy
each measure ego each measure of excess fought miss
By : Paseh MawardiThe morning dew in happiness of the morningBird sing along beatifully.....
spilled and spattered in the prism