This is a poem about not doing things.

That moment where you are afraid to let someone close to you down. When they have so much trust and faith in you.

In a flash, come down hurricane. The storm blows so fierce that in a moment destroy merchant ships owned by The Lancang. Not only the ship was shattered, his possessions are also flying everywhere. Silk cloth floated and dropped into the Fold country located in Kampar Woven Left. Gong thrown into Sungai Kampar and Right Oguong. Tembikar’s drifted into Pasubilah. The mast of the ship while the Lancang thrown up to a lake called Lake The Lancang.

I hate it when they leave.

A non-serious poem entitled “Do Not”.