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Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
Questions are poured out like a thousand wish have done,
hunts the unreachable, moves halter shelter to find the ideas of lave (XVII: I).
The soul of seeker keeps on flaring, appears from the roots of conviction,
you reflect the face that is sprucing in the mirror, for fastens embed the conviction (XVII: II). (lebih…)
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Posted by PuJa on
Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
The time much more busy is took to go to the top of mist of light,
but your days, still spells the units of alphabet (XVIII: I).
It shies before you sit on the stones,
therefore visits into the pool, in order to meet the superior calamity (XVIII: II). (lebih…)
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Posted by PuJa on
Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
Your personality is gone in the struggling of feeling, when the wind assaults
to collect the cloud of hesitation, be paid out by the gravity of the earth’s kite to cruise (XIX: I). (lebih…)
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Posted by PuJa on
Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
Chisels on the sheets of paper with blunt pen,
be allowed the stones of times are falling off onto the feet of sadness (XX: I).
The sweats are wiped for a moment, and then the air flares the feeling up, licks the sky
roasts the sun, and the princess moon watches it fully ire (XX: II). (lebih…)
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