Iswara
BECOME A POEM
To be with you
all the sorrow that hangs in pillar of day has fade away
worried has gone long time ago
and such worried will never return to fill the time eternally
With this poem I ask you to walk away in this beautiful garden
special menu are available and hunger waits in a heart
and love become special medicine
because you there is very close to this heart
Bow to love is a simple pleasure
that made zionist curse and izrail anger fall apart
no rain and dissaster will drop it down
and arbain prayer become special medicine
March 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Poem BECOME A POEM
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