Dream..Please Take Me Poem by hilman iriadii

when i woke up from my cruel sleep
I find wrinkles that graced my face with a passion
but I don't care if I get old
because I have passed thousands of a wonderful day with you
and I'm ready for the next day thousands of..
growing old is a normal thing
strengthless divided in two.
Orange blushes smile on dusk, there was no time to close my eyes,
when love comes, what's your regards?
past dream fly in, forcing the piling up obscure memories.
I would like to greet with questions, but my mouth mute, my heart is blind
wish on the senses..
The future will be ready to welcome us, grab my hand, lean on my shoulders
I was tired, silent flow locked. I'm sick of it.
take me to see the world with a smile of happiness..


Hilman