Poetry

Poetry Wounded Heart

Two or three of the numbers
Moving left one
Drove no longer greet
Running between the ripples of time

Four of five and six
Waiting for the sun sinking
Welcoming the script in the darkness
Wash the wound tersiakan

The wounds were kept gaping
When the sun continued to rule
Sulking spoiled and continue to plague
Weak beings on the earth

Only the world's mirror
He danced friends wind
Stepping dashing and laugh
Immunizing sport of stripes and wounds

That hurt because of indecision
Corrugated grooves law
In favor of the color group
Liver and roll eyes falter

That hurt because assertiveness
Since the norms of decency blame
Because God's law not considered
Only the hum of their property

Only when his night
Let the wound disappear sinking
Dark horizon at sea
Be extended the power of thy Lord

And re-chew the wound
When the sun bake weak soul