Wednesday, 20 June 2012

IT IS RATNAH

MATAHARI DUA ROMAN

Assalamualaikum

When a Knight touches the moon
The sword started to linger, above the frail man tomb
And rise 1 flower of gloom
The gloom that never leave a room
The vanity of heart that full with doom

Born a son of Adam
The 4 Th of every mild moon
A Knight that in still
Afraid of thy who never feel
The cold river with full of trail
Never moves, never will

Then came a rites that flashes the night
An orange light blurs the 3 battalions of Knight
While a moon singing the wishes
The river harden
the woods golden.

* you make me happy, when skies are gray

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