A WORRIED

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You softly educate me in a cuddle
In order not to cry, is the first lecture
You begin to let me go to the jungle
I am dazed, like a lion loses its leader

In the midst of this dark places
I should  dare cross any hurdles
With much less experiences

Is there a fire that I can take as a light?
To burn the wilderness of the dark night?

I have had enough age
To be alive by my own feet
I know your face still worried

Malang, 2012

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  1. who is he/she...
    hmmm...lau aroftu al-ma'na... fa thab'an asthati'u an aktubar ra'ya ilaikum.... hehehe hadza daliilun ala annany,, naaqishatan fit ta'allumi.... :)

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