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Karya Sastra:
*Orange Sky*
kartika lukita — Jumat, 28 Januari 2011 - 21:04 — 0 komentar 13 tahun 43 minggu yang lalu
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poem for my Father
kartika lukita — Jumat, 28 Januari 2011 - 21:01 — 0 komentar 13 tahun 43 minggu yang lalu
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although I'm not as hard as a
although I'm not as hard as a rock, I love her,
even though sometimes I explode, I still love her
thank you for your poem, so I did not forget her.....
poem for my father
I see you quite in many days Sir,
sumtimes not at all
You are the best painting that i admire the most
You write letters even when i'm near you
You scetch my face when i'm far away from you
You pray when i'm weak
You never ask how i feel inside
but you give me directions for the path
You are cold like ice
hard like stone
and you hit my beliefs to the wall sumtimes
it's pain but i know, it's because you pray for the streght inside of me
Many times i watch you sit by the window
and i just want you to know that i pray for you
i'm in a little boat in a big big sea
hover inside my truth
and making my back bones stronger for you
-it's for my Father- 07'10'2010
*Orange Sky*
28 February 2010, 08.57 a.m. @my dining table (Nangor, hehe)
Orange sky is when I seat on my porch
It’s my sweetest grieve
It’s when I lay my life in the hand of faith
and silently embrace my wounds and my happiness
oh orange sky, there you are above me giving me blush on the face
it’s the softness on people faces
it’s the light brown in people eyes
orange sky, you remind me that we all grow
that we take every phases from dark til dawn,
but still you’re the best part that there is
it’s how you managed to teach me so, so softly that I belong to Something Glory
all seeds and butterflies, and you Dear, we are alike
orange sky, we all grow carrying the same Exalted Essences in our soul
please do come come and visit me always
creep over my windows and stays in my eyes
and when the time comes I’ll tell it well to my baby
juz like you always do to me o’ orange sky
Jendela Sastra
poem for my father
I see you quite in many days Sir,
sumtimes not at all
You are the best painting that i admire the most
You write letters even when i'm near you
You scetch my face when i'm far away from you
You pray when i'm weak
You never ask how i feel inside
but you give me directions for the path
You are cold like ice
hard like stone
and you hit my beliefs to the wall sumtimes
it's pain but i know, it's because you pray for the streght inside of me
Many times i watch you sit by the window
and i just want you to know that i pray for you
i'm in a little boat in a big big sea
hover inside my truth
and making my back bones stronger for you
-it's for my Father- 07'10'2010