when harvest season comes
i see your smiles on miles
though bathed with sunshine blink
it never relieves your great of think
dear you,
the owner of the light hands
tell me,
how hearts flow with the prayers
in every single dance of the feet
in every single melody with no greed
when harvest season comes
i hear the rice grain sings
"...let us be your thankful sign,
to The One that Makes life in the great line..."
Bandung, 12.04.2012
...when harvest season comes...
alhamdulillah :)
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