Nostalgia
The wind...
Blows......
Flows.........
Slowly but surely...........
They blow me
The dust
Away
From nowhere
To Nowhere else
Am I really...
Accept by others
As
Dust?
Or
Am I
Even not recognized by others
As nothing
At all ?
The wind always blows
The dust always blown
So am I
Still forgotten
Thursday, January 9th 2003
(Satu-satunya puisi periode 2003-2004 yang tersisa di internet. Sisanya waktu itu di-post di Forum Orenjonion dan Forum Cybernovel-Aestera yang kini telah menghilang.)
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