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Trunks Glagah
Trunks Glagah
Scramble to reach the blue sky
A breath of fresh air
Lined-row at the edge of the village road
In Eyelid Death
Mist hovering kite
At the foot of the mountain
Lightweight white cotton like
Morning breeze
Golden Flute
Golden flute sound of Kang Gareng,
High-pitched, split the air mist
Splitting the dark night yan
A troubled heart-wrenching
Tunable Sound Of Nyai Panjang Mas
I am the village women,
can only read and write Java script,
not the letter Pallava and Sanskrit
My Shadow
Many times I said I was selfish
Selfish, but you still follow me
Like, do not like. Wherever I go
For that, I was annoyed
Land Of Dispute
Throughout the years, this fertile ground of all time
produce an abundant rice harvest
but when Cane and Nila had to be planted
with the laws and promises
at home there are grandparents
age is aging
95 years
every day
sure not sure
Do you yourself believe
absolutely convinced
all on me
Wander To The Land Of Fog
Arjuna walked slowly to the top of the hatch train,
to the land of mist-gray sky
iron wheels of the train collided with rocks
cruising round the wheels to follow his heart troubled wanderer
Who Is The Girl?
Indeed she was,
Not my servant!
'Then the who IS SHE? 'Mr. Big asked.
Gareng hobbled to lincak, sitting breath, set the answer:

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