Gunardi Santoso Poems

Have you not known the signs of season: the turbulence of change and reason?
Once it was quiet, waiting to be blown. Once It was attached, waiting to be flown.

A difference is what it’ll achieve. A perfection of nature’s manifestation.
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Thousands of memories content and preserve my way.
The laugh we have shared have became a blessing of my day.
For the sake of those moments I wrote these words to keep remembering.
(because) You have given me a beautiful smile as a journey of the beginning.
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He tried to find new words to make up his blackest day.
Without any flickering torch, nor asking sunny sunshine ray.

He lied to keep the truth from sin to create a perfect reality.
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In the sea of crystal clear, little blue whale got lost. Young and unwise, he took the risk without considering the cost.
Who could blame him, mesmerized by something sublime? Who could blame him, being playful in his time?

You shall not be here, for you belong to freezing sea. You have to reckon, turn your way and flee.
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