Pick a word
and we’ll conquer the world
Even though I don’t have a car
yet, we can still go far
Put on the invisible wings
behind your back, near with the spine
We’ll fly like a couple of pigeon,
instead being a train which trailing in line
The truth will reveal itself,
but it has to find us being honest.
It’s a poem
came from home
a friend of lone
Oh, Darling, aren’t you my bone?
Salatiga, October 30, 2014