POETRY IS VERY PROFOUND

**POETRY**

the sky is crying .... trying to wash the old wound flushed with the air of the world's eyes accompanying it with a slow blow to lose all the pain

Earth shook rocks trees and mountains as if to eliminate the heavy burden of human suffering burden

And here ... I wail ... staring at the sky begging clues ... about the joy and love carried away about grief yeng stifling chest and soul that is increasingly smoldering chase death that has not arrived

Here ... I can no longer say the word smua as if terlena by the breeze of dusk I can not afford to say my lips dry unable to say just this finger ... who still want to accompany pressing the button for the button to string the word parse the meaning of convey the heart buried