The words said from the mouth,
Thrive from the mind that aguish.
Filling mind, of broken fantasy,
Teetering on the edge,
Fooling the eyes swiftly,
Till the heart allure.
The once moon that shines bright,
Cover by the thick black cloud.
Thou love function to aid,
Circling on and on like art,
Threshold from the outside,
The rotting spirit that broke.
If the whisper of the heart we're true,
Then the feeling would flow like a river.
If the words of the mind were to correlate,
Then the meaning would shine with colour.
"Huh" Can it really be that easy to justify?
Throwing a rock to change the current fully?
Howl the Wolf that is waiting the next victim,
To full fill the Hunger of his realm.
"Wait" The words that pend to be answer.
The stars of million possibilities.
While the moon waiting for one.
The slowly shine start to fade.
I am a worm that is gonna grow wings
I am Icarus wanting to fly high to the sun
I am Vladimir & Estragon waiting for Godot.
The choices start to fill the mind,
The heart slow pace starts to ascend,
Thee that I have waited for years.
Written by Daniel Putra Beatrix Karuhei Tennes Anggen
Illuatration by Araya Zahrani Esa Putri