Tuesday, April 7, 2015

It’s our time

Red and brown leaves fall down again
Rainy season have gone for months

River flow no more
Sparkling green mountain gone
Blooming cheery trees have gone
Blossom wild flowers disappeared
Along with floating foggy morning , dry
Leaving a remnant of dreams

Just like falling leaves from trees
Drifting down in sunny and dry wind
Remind me the day of my lover went away
Forever with loves

Our dreams are not future, nor the past
The dreams are now, touched by feeling
To get by peace, by fight and stand up
Regardless numbers of fails to have it
Stand up my dear.
It’s our time

Syafuan Gani
6April 2015

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