Before trying to melt the ice in my reality
droplet falls and touch the green path
I understand the pure of pond
The bird sings so softly
The village and the hill
follow the snake stony road
so many holes to reach
Pity in eye's sight
Motherland
Roar of old car
tell the truth
how happy the way is
visiting the birth craddle
clarify the journey
Postingan
