Instalasi Sastra Poems
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Beauty is a heavenic boon,
Stretch in tin line between vice and virtue;
Beauty unlasting and will end soon,
Fade in time and lost its final hue.
A triumph of happiness shall we have,
If beauty conquered by love;
A sincerity to uphold and save,
Two souls ordained in love.
A default of happiness shall we have,
If passion vanquished the beauty;
A Bestial ruled and deprave,
To besmirch the throne of heaven.
A Prelude Of Love
Bewildering moments in grace,
Every time I see thy face.
In such an odd sense, I felt?
The seven days of bliss,
For thy beauty I surely miss.
In such a bad dream, I slept?
My fondness never succumb,
Albeit thy heart remains numb.
In such a sad affliction, I wept?