The Soul Wars In The Dusk Poem by Kang Jaka Tresnani

Dusk came back,
toward a soul - a bit - not quiet,
atmosphere of the landscape
when evening soon outdated;
looked dim.

There is a glimmer of beauty
presented by nature,
when the sun slowly sinks in,
moment and the day closed.
Leaving the night blanket
with blankets bleak,
stroking with the sheen of stars,
and lullabies the night birds,
decorated with moonlight,
is still too early to give light.

In a beam of light
presented tonight,
I look at the depth of my soul,
heart sounds moaning softly.
its melancholy lament..
slashing,
scratch,
and even slicing the heart
like a knife stabbed...
My soul cried out,
I thought to myself moan - sick.

In the meantime,
my lips as if not took pity
on the war the soul in the fading twilight.
Since he still gives a real smile,
and even he can still laugh
when the soul is suffering.

oh poor soul..
really tragic fate, dear..!
As the world is hit,
Was laughing delight your senses..
only ten
and even only six fingers
who tried to care,
by preaching again
your pain.
oh soul untold pain.