man with unstoppable tears,
standing in the dim sunlit sun,
the woman with the index finger,
pointing the finger in all directions,
not breathless man breathless,
he is a man but without power,
there is no sense of praise in the added injuries.
all rotten objects wrapped in packs,
doused with fragrance,
there is a forgotten,
that woman,
that time and age can not be delayed,
splendor and power are limitless,
the fragrance can not be beat,
the rotten aroma is detached,
and headed in all directions,
finally wounded himself,
over a thousand blades of lies,
which is self-inflicted,
to his increasingly vulnerable body.
Matangglumpangdua, February 09, 2018
pict from kompasiana.com
