WALKING HOME
By Evi Hanifah
Life is a journey to return
Stepping without knowing when the time comes late
Labored sore to treasure later vanished
Until the end of my immortal can soundly in silence
Indeed, life is a journey to return
While the world is my arranging crumb curb
Why should the rich but to hurt fellow traveler
Anyway ... do not I hug tightly sleep in desolate heap
Just pick me from drowning in the dark
Only tapih increasingly immersed my body tense night
If this step knife carved up many despicable
Million sorry I said if my breath is still blowing
My traveling companions, ...
Life is a journey to return
And every step is a trail towards dusk
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Walking Home
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