This world -lonely home-
Wrapped around lanky fingers of time.
Tossed amidst glittering stars,
is a graveyard for all dears.
Flying alone like a sullen hawk,
Perching limply like a fallen gawk,
It is me left atop a hill to stare
At the pale dusk sun with its final glare.
What is it that I can say
When the last word has fled?
What is it that I can pay
When the last blood has dripped?
As I kneel my soul before the sylph of might,
As I surrender my spirit into the embrace of night,
I speak not,
I breathe not.
Wrapped around lanky fingers of time.
Tossed amidst glittering stars,
is a graveyard for all dears.
Flying alone like a sullen hawk,
Perching limply like a fallen gawk,
It is me left atop a hill to stare
At the pale dusk sun with its final glare.
What is it that I can say
When the last word has fled?
What is it that I can pay
When the last blood has dripped?
As I kneel my soul before the sylph of might,
As I surrender my spirit into the embrace of night,
I speak not,
I breathe not.
ditulis oleh Rey Prameshwara
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