then swimming in the blue lake, the coldness of the water started to stain me as if I couldn't bear it anymore, so I let go of the moderately hot water while shivering at the deliciousness.

A DREAM TOY BECAME A HORRIBLE TRAGEDY
One evening during the rice harvest season, he was stunned to see the vastness of the yellowish green fields
that's where the field of pleasure I ran chasing grasshoppers

Nabastala like will not white again and rainbow; like a story my mother acted out before I dreamed.

In the garden where all the flowers are bursting with falling petals
and occasionally heard the sound of rain and occasionally saw that smile behind the weeds.

Only the frost of the dawn stares at you and knows where the steps have stopped.

WHERE TO STEP
You were also carried by the wind along with the dewdrops;
who didn't have time to say goodbye to the morning.

Ular ialah Pelajar University lah. Jangan kena tipu oleh Ular. Ular, I tahu sampai mana standard English anda. Standard English Ular adalah di peringkat University lah. Ada orang kat i3 beritahu dulu tentang Education Ular lah…

That’s it Ular… Dulu Cikgu ajar English, Ular asyik angan angan Mat Jenin.
Kini I tulis Queen English, Ular tak faham dan Google Translate pula. Harap AnakUlar tak ikut perangai buruk Ular dan skor A+ untuk masuk University menjadi doktor sakit puan… just kidding la

Ahyoyo!!!
I’m writing something… ada orang baca ker?
Penat lah tulis…

A play that makes people forget that they are just travelers who keep walking.

Man sinks to the bottom of the ocean of splendor and luxury given
a world full of pretense.

Humans lose
chasing the world until tired people often neglect that what is left in it is not a praise.

A place to see everything that is beautiful makes people finally feel at home with the pleasure that knows no where.

TRAVELER
Life in the world is just a teacher's joke and a game where people stop before going to eternity.

I sprawled before the echo of the call to prayer completes the silent night of suffering.

one by one the shadow releases the soul.

I put the history of the moon on his brow and let him go

PERFECT NAN SENDU'S NIGHT
after half the body of the night I stripped and dragged it to the quietest room

Thankful to meet again, may the Lord of all overshadow the lives of the faithful.

Capitalise on persistent patient compliance trained in a clear heart.

Only a full name together stretches the length of grace, thick with blessings.

Celebrate the arrival with a dish of love without pretending to be lit.

PROFIT SEASON
The season of reaping profits reappears at the transition of time.

Scrape away self-conceit, the benefits of remaining age, welcome the rays of light coming home.

Sketch of the cheapest jariah smile gliding the lips in order deep in his Kalam quoting the wisdom of interpretation carried out by a special friend.

Widening the door of the Ramadan room, the fragrance of musk permeates around the veil of the hole of oblivion, hitting the window, measles, incitement, sweeping the floor, getting rid of envy!

Ramadan clings to the wall of life overflowing with prayer after tahiyat
upholding the intention to obey orders to the letter surrendering to the soul without division, excommunicating tricks, getting tired easily.

Why is the invitation to victory not fulfilled immediately? Is the desire of the stomach more important or is it normal for humans?
Ask yourself.

When the muezzin's voice echoed praising the greatness of the Creator, inviting him to immediately face Him and forget the affairs of the world for a moment, was his cry heard?

THAT'S NORMAL
When the stomach roars with hunger, food must be remembered.
The desire of the stomach is immediately fulfilled.

At that time I threw something similar
God existed first.

Every time I am fascinated by the beauty of the extraordinary voice of your intelligent lineage, ah! everything is too perfect.

EXALTING GOD
Before your beauty was created, the god already existed.

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Putin vs Xi

Standing on a chair with dignity and power because the colony has already conquered his dream of traveling the oceans of the continent for just a moment.

Sometimes we need to be careful because it is the right of many owners. If we lift it wrongly, its four legs will break. In order to balance his body, he needs to be lifted with a finger and pointed to a large number of people placed on a piece of paper.

A chair that is the betting field. It is nameless and its power requires all of us to lift it onto its throne to stand upright and firm.

Follow you, Bro Pang

Pedang Jepun jatuh, suruh tangan Robot tangkap pun fingers Robot putus semuanya… ooooiiii

Pedang Jepun jatuh, ada guna tangan tangkap. Putus all fingers… ooooiiii

Join your shake
without a single warning
for the sake of a teaching stage
initially sleeping with blankets
the ending weaves hope.

Legs are tied tightly
powerless to run howling?
roar with all your heart
but only in the world itself
call?
call the real savior
call the light of the heart
although loud shouts, but mute
no one knows
you are still there

Dozens upon hundreds
hundreds become thousands
chased by shaking tremors
surrounded by dusty concrete
imprisoned in a heap of stones.

THE LOSS OF THE SHADOW
The ground rock shakes
separating the beloved earth
usually hard
collapse the shadow wall.

Why didn't your grief end when I could only remain silent like a stone and you shared the wounds that were born before falling in the lap of the moon on the last night.

I asked about the house, your face is red and angry.

I asked about your story just sighed

I asked about the past you just mumbled

I asked about the night you just kept silent

WHY GRIEF DIVIDE WOUNDS
For you, the sky is no longer the limit of the earth, life is just a matter of understanding giving birth to the possibility like a butterfly of a fragile twig where it rests.