You are ignored by space, dimension and time
All that remains is a series of meaningful stories
I was stunned in the cradle
Himself stammered without anyone turning around
Space quiet in kesyahduan
Climbed in the heat of the sun
The cold of night and the pouring rain
I still exude a beautiful charm
Although only a flower of weeds
Giving charm without expecting compassion
Keep standing upright
They continue to berate
Pout because I never counted
Duhai the lovers of beauty
Give me a chance
To side with them
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Nice poem and great pictures....