When I knew before ...
The beautiful wide expanse of colorful flower ...
In it many overgrown thorns, caterpillars are late to become butterflies,
... maybe I will not be there in the middle
I Just look from a distance
When I knew before ...
beautiful coral looks in the ocean ... and the sand that continues to swing like a dancing,
It turns out there are thousands of itchy jellyfish and the sharks,
... maybe I will not dive into the deepest ocean,
I Just look from the boat until saturated
And maybe ...
If I knew before,
Nothing I've ever done to this day
Just silent ... and just looking
waiting for death ...
Do not know how the pain is affected by thorns,
How itchy sting of jellyfish and caterpillars,
How rough the shark's skin are ...,
What if it teeth ripped off the skin ...?
What your hands and feet will get used to ... if just look, stay still?
Do you think it will be honed ... if only know from stories and stories?
Maybe that's what I should not know before ...
Move on ...
keep moving...
...and know
Who not know...so know for sure
Let black remain black
Let white remain white
...and smiling in the ends
About the Creator
hero polo
I was born in the city of Malang, East Java, Indonesia on 16 November 1980 ago. My last education in law faculty, brawijaya university.
Writing is one of the hobbies besides photography and drawing (see heropolo.blogspot.co.id).
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