Why? Poem by Arham Wiratama

My old man soul: "I don't know, you are so beautiful, but what i see in your deep dark-hazel eyes, i found sadness and i think, you are too much eat sour-emptiness into your heart. Is that possible that you are lonely, dear? "

Someone: "I feel old, but my body is still young. People only care about my cute face, not my marble-soul that really need to be loved. I mean, true love. Not face-cuteness-love that is clearly fake."

My old man soul: "Dear, what is love means to you? "

Someone: "Love is something that can make me feel alive."

My pure heart: "No, dear, no. Love is chain that make bound your all memory into a joyness life."

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Jombang,5 June 2018