For this non-eternal life
I swear to rip-out all of my envy bad attitude
To just clear the old former habit
And form the brand new something
To pick the sweet daffodils on the park
Then put the beautiful on your lobe
Grab softly and said calmly
That something is very hard to see
You!
The daffodils need to ask you
You!
The daffodils is only messenger
Only had to know you
You!
To reveal the truth
The truth of your eternal heart
Neither wants to interrupt
Nor try to kill
Just need to be recognize about something
Something that count everything on you
Yes you!
The one who own the daffodils.
Sooner or later, there will be a yellow.
A yellowish thing that fall down
Both of us love the smell
And before the afterlife,
Before the child grows up and old
Before the sign comes up as a form.
Before the bachelor becomes a master.
Before B becomes Bomb, and
Before time becomes Sand.
Thing to do is the will
Willingly and bravely said I Love You.
9 November 2011
Nice poetry, I like it 😀
jika Ibnu mengaplikasikan ilmu terjemahannya. maka Fikry mengaplikasikan ilmu sastranya.
puisinya keren nih. coba dibacakan langsung ke orang yg dimaksud. Insya Alloh dia bakal menerima cintamu Fikry. 🙂
Ibnu Linguistik mas..
*persiapan membaca di depan Umum*
Wow…. She knew it… 😛
Sebaiknya kamu tidak komen saja …
Why `B` not `D`? :hope
Because in the matter of high quality of Rhyme
and D Just another past Story
D = Die? :ngacir2
“A yellowish thing that fall[s] down” –> nice imagery :2thumbup