Egi D. Perdana
(i-Xiii) Chapter V - Praise The Lord - Poem by Egi D. Perdana
Her charm is like the sound of splashing gurgling of the clear water
it likes you catch her charms foamingly of full moon
the full moon will fall down then sprawled
because the Lord that has made up the formula so that the love is shining clear in her face
it was so beautiful and praise the Lord.
Like a rose that grew up in a beautiful soul but likely the vipers that were bred at the end of the veins
that is the phrase about how close you and I, We are not even touched each other although in one body
unexpectedly the miracle was heard from one breath to our breath, circling our soul and lifeblood
and finally unites us, how wonderful we are
We coexist and let us praise the Lord.
And when He tells me about His story, the story about the greedy passed by gentleness
the stories about the orphaned children that was captive by the flawless kings
he tells me 'The softness shaking and crying then the greedy protect it with the fire wings'
'Then the ten wrath was broken from the existing height. Plied the city' he said vehemently
'And only the king that was dead. Praise the Lord, ' he said submissively.
The horizon visit the dusk room, he was treated to a bowl of advice and a cup of experience
The fresh friendliness that was picked from the garden of God is the addition menu
at the table also served a wide range of feelings that have been seasoned with the ups and downs
'Let's enjoy together the generosity that is poured directly by the hand of God' said twilight
this blessing could not be denied and praise the Lord.
And when I was thrown out from the fact that began to fracture
left the stretch of reality that flake and frail
hit the hypocrisy that melts the preoccupied
grope in the dark abyss, God put his hand
I survived and Praise the Lord.
(Chapter V End)
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