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© Doni Riw
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Love is heavy. Let yourself be tethered to a substance.
Love is a sense of belonging, though in truth, nothing human can have.
Love in the treasure, make yourself upset in keeping it not stolen. And one day he must be gone.
Love in humans, make yourself upset for fear of losing it. And one day he must be separated and died.
The love of rank makes itself dying. Smooth all the way to keep him attached. Yet one day he will surely fade.
The love grows over time. Long horse loan held, slowly we love the tub of his own.
Yet all our wealth in the world is only temporarily lent by Him.
The love grows over time.
Plunge into the skeletal field order people out of there, but slowly our feet are caught in love, then reluctant to move from there.
Plunge into the arena of democracy, the intention of enforcing the divine law through the constitution, but what power, slowly mistrusted love there.
Slowly change from tool to destination. From utilizing to being defender furiously.
Yet all will vanished a blink of an eye.
So heavy is the bondage of love.
Binding your feet and heart to the one that really never we have.
But beyond that, there is one love that is not burdensome.
True eternal love. Love on the Essence of Azali.
Jogja 1518
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