EPIFAT LIFE 2006
Poetry Irayatul M

Hopelessly tangled
time claimed the sweetness of life
scrape the rest of harmony
painted in the late scratches


Asthma-Mu .......
Always spoken, in softly off an air of authenticity
if the breath still regularly walk
the color was never tarnished
the act, would end up dead.

If you give me one of hope
I definitely give a million jets true promise of immortality