Amber Of September Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

This month means a lot to me
Once in this month in a different year I ever wanted to betray, absolutely yes, still in September
joy and sadness, and anger as if synergistic with the date printed on each almanac, became a lifeline for me
history was engraved on how Ares was angry by burning several mountains that were on this earth at that time and still existed in September

History has ever recorded that a people has been threaten and betray to this nation and it was really difficult to be forgiven and become burdensome
That's thing was really like Fruits and vegetables have also been harvested but why is there trouble in my area, it correctly yes, also in September
Similar to the reality that is currently happening today to the cumbersome people
The leaves that have started to fall and dry up and look amber

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At the end of September 2022,11: 04 PM