24 January 2014


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

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