Oleh Lingkan
Amanda Dinar Bella
A young
female posture
Standing
solemnly into the air
As the
feet move away forward
A girl,
a dancing girl
A
ballet girl
Thinks
of tune of the music
Listen
to the flow of the air
As she
was dancing in that
Cold
yard
Beauty
as never as her figure
The
silent of her lips
Sealed
the uncommon truth of the world
The
death fear of her cold statue
Brings
the breeze into the minds
Look at
it as a child
Unbroken
well known mine
Showing
the dance on her thoughts
Looking
so fragile and unknown
A make
lady stood high
Screaming
in the box of light
