Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
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The spirit of poetry before blown by the poet, it was still wafting in the sky of the spiritual of creation. How to struggle the light of feeling is so tired. Like water is boiling on the stove with the flame of eternity.
Ripen substances of experience till no bacteria remains. From there comes the clarity of beginning, his own soul is suggested for the sake of spewing long embodied the flaming. As a birth of certitude, after long yearning encumbered.
The risen trust destroys the mist of misgivings, drowned the doubts. Shadows of fear haunted romance during this time is vanished. In the fusion of space-time that is always carried with the consciousness.
