I believe even melancholic spring in my life
I stil can hug the spirit of happiness and love
Even i almost lying down to the earth and stiff
The Melancholic will not burned me down
The emptiness always try to killed me
And I struggled very hard to filled my heart
Even the death nearly to kiss my skin
The life will not watching the death of my soul
And people will never know the burial ground of me
Because deep inside of me
I stil want to breath once again, again and again
This is one of my poem from 'Karma' (my own poem book) that i wrote back for the readers..
