Gunardi Santoso
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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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Signs Of Season
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.
It is written and it is not. It is (might) forgotten but it must not.
Have you bewitched of snow storm on May? Such as a joyful song with too many minor chords.
When you start listening to the whispering breeze of tomorrow; can’t event proclaim what is joy or sorrow.
Once in our lifetime a thick landscape evolved into something austere. No angular to be found in every corner after it was twisted to an unsettled pattern. A purpose soon became obscene and severe.
Have you ever regret the dynamic pulse of life itself: that the world is revolving each and every second?
So the story goes beyond the beyond. And what is up turns upside down.
What is left for us are options: to stand still and do nothing or to move and do something.
What is left after options are conditions: it can be gasping or breathtaking.
Conditions lead to options to create another conditions. Either way time won’t stop running, yet ours will.
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