Questions Heart

Poetry is a blinding yourself ..
just before I wanted to look in the morning that bind the heart ..
after my heart bound with thousands of heart attack nights ..
remains silent in Sujudku and ask pikranku legs ..
your heart would speak with your lips say ..
Will your morning so my morning when the dew was just there at your feet
..
I unconsciously judge my fate with a question ..
then presents the path to millions of question marks ..
my life is not enough color without having a lot of thinking ..?
or maybe the tones that should I sing even though I tlah letting go ..

doubt quietly stomping my chest ..
on the other side of love is the belief that not covered ..
and this poem chose you as half of the doubt to be my crown ..
then chose confidence as my robe ..

and the hand of the Lord as something witnessed my mind
are still asking for the actual feeling …