Wheel of life
hidden human hayan
silk norms of life
and in lace a thousand characters
which is difficult to decipher
the discourse of the poets
Even with the sea of ink
and paper threads
but all will remain a mystery
in this life
The character of the wheel of life is becoming more and more divided
in various discourses
mulya, majesty, and sublime
and selfish, evil, and cruel
That is always the opposite
between two colors
black and white
which always intersects
The Bitter Sheet is alive
Which is now closed the dawn which began to dim
As if no human beings could afford it
Stepping up the crisis of the living eye
Not anymore….
Like his morning life
There are still droplets of peaceful weeding
Bitter life
Seam teak leaves ..
And not anymore ..
Like life in the middle of the day
Which is still too warm to be inspired
A revelation coming down from the divine
But…
For those who live in the afternoon
Can only divide
The memories of the self-pinned story ..
Who will go with a joke of lonely laughter
Leaving traces later on
Let..
Life without the dullness of the day
Explore the longitude & latitude days
Leaving the crisis the eye of life
Which has been increasingly strangle themselves ..
