Pilgrimage

The rain season has not stop
It drizzle interupt all of february journey
This afternoon in the Godean
cold, quite, desolate
Softly the wind greet
Is it possible that is you
who want accompanie and want to amuse me?

I dare not approaching your home
I am crying out load in my heart
The giant tree is silent and does not care
The man has to stand to cry
make him dissapeare for prestige
So i leave this narrow way
eventhough my heart still billow

PiS : Feb’28 2011

In Indonesian : Ziarah