in the port miss me kuujud
in an intangible fantasy
I dedicate verse verse
until my heart slashed
crying in my reflection
previous sins
I started to look one by one
Your forgiveness becomes my guidance
how far the eye looked
only a mirage becomes a charred whim
You can not afford when you imagine
if your hereafter has come
I forget you first, ignore your command, too late in the world, because the blind will be sparkling,
the angel tangible mother came to come,
conditioning in this self,
with a cry he hugged and then uttered a slashing word
which is engraved until the end of life
"my son love chasing afterlife, the world can definitely"
a hard slap I received in my chest
turbulent like the waves in the ocean
I'm a drugged short but meaningful word
until I will take it in every soul muse
change the word tired
to be innalilah
so that it becomes a blessing
eternal in every step
this places the much needed break on a strained mind
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