A tribute to Indonesia... or an attempt at one.

Yeah, I wrote this. And I'm never good in poems. But I tried. Hmph.

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Starry Sky

Stop and look at the star-lit sky.
Studded with stars that cannot fly.
Stand on the grassland and stare at them,
Shining gleefully onto the bamboo stems.

Pause and watch the sparkling stream,
Sitting calmly under the moonlight beam.
Water so cold with hundred mysteries,
Waiting for a knight to dip and reveal.

Hold your breath and watch the world,
Eyes fixed and all tongues curled.
Wait for the incoming shred of hope,
Ready to relinquish all tragedies foretold.

written by Nicole.

1 comments:

Anonymous Wednesday, August 12, 2009 5:49:00 PM  

I like this one. Especially the last paragraph :)

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