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If It Is to Die
By M.Arief Wibowo
04/07/07 1:55 AM
Oh sky, why is it, when Iím now sitting alone in the dark,
††† I suddenly hear the rhythms of a harp?
As if descending from you,
††† they sound so strange yet so familiar to me..
What are you trying to tell me?
Are you seeing what my heart is feeling now?
††† Into which it is now being cast?
Or are you trying to deceive me?
††† Shrouding yourself in such a benevolent form,
††† but then taking with you, something that Iíve been longing for,
††† away, forever?
For if I am eventually to grief, come not closer
For if I am finally to see no light, please just shed me with more darkness
Because here, at the bottom of this hollow Iíve been remaining
Let me not grow
Let me feel no love
If finally again,
††† you will tell me
††† that it is to die..
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