What am I?
A particle of sand, or a leaf?
a word in a writing, a color in a painting?
an alphabet?
or just a stone which I just kick?
and why do I feel comforted by those black sky full of stars?
by the feeling of tinyness?
and the sound of insect keep calling me to calm the chill…
to sit down and look up…
ask myself
what am i?
is it what i’ve done? what i think? what i suppose to be?
or just this? now?
yau are you… isn’t it?
wira
July 18, 2009
Very deep question…
Every living man, must ask this question to himself…
Yudhi Gejali
July 18, 2009
I’am is what I’m thinking…
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TuSuda
August 4, 2009
hmmm saya jadi ingat puisinya Rilke….
rastiti
August 20, 2009