Fade Poems
People's Voice at the End of Twilight
by Ayatullah Nurjati
at the edge of the red twilight, the voice of the people echoed weakly.
In unheard whispers, there is hope that is increasingly fading.
The streets are full of grey dust, leaving footprints without a new destination.
Behind the glitter of the bustling city, they are overlooked in a gloomy shadow of silence and peace. The voices of the people who are tired of screaming, reaching for justice which is increasingly difficult.
Burned by empty promises, but still hopeful in wounded hope.
Dusk turns into dark night, But the voice never went away. In the hearts of those who continue to groan, there is a prayer that strengthens the weary soul.
A Sonnet 03: Conversation In The Moon
by Ayatullah Nurjati
It would be better if I met you in the clouds
In that place I can be longing you in the clouds penetrated by the brilliant orange
sky
In the lack of oxygen, I can see that your face is blushing there; your beauty
never fades even in black clouds
Everything in you is clear and there is no hypocrisy even though it changes from
orange to blue sky
Your personality is there
The further fly into space the more I love you
......
A Sonnet 05: Nothing Changes Her Love For Me
by Ayatullah Nurjati
When I see her face there is a shade
When I hear her voice, I feel comfortable in my heart
When I see her smile I feel sunshine and never fade
When I see point of view of her life that inspire my heart
Nothing has changed in her like spring which displays the beauty of the scent of flowers
Nothing has changed her feelings and love for me
Nothing has changed about my feelings to her like leaves that always grow on each stem and they are water proofers
Nothing changes day after day, month after month, year after year her feelings for me
......
People's Voice at the End of Twilight
by Ayatullah Nurjati
at the edge of the red twilight, the voice of the people echoed weakly.
In unheard whispers, there is hope that is increasingly fading.
The streets are full of grey dust, leaving footprints without a new destination.
Behind the glitter of the bustling city, they are overlooked in a gloomy shadow of silence and peace. The voices of the people who are tired of screaming, reaching for justice which is increasingly difficult.
Burned by empty promises, but still hopeful in wounded hope.
Dusk turns into dark night, But the voice never went away. In the hearts of those who continue to groan, there is a prayer that strengthens the weary soul.
A Sonnet 05: Nothing Changes Her Love For Me
by Ayatullah Nurjati
When I see her face there is a shade
When I hear her voice, I feel comfortable in my heart
When I see her smile I feel sunshine and never fade
When I see point of view of her life that inspire my heart
Nothing has changed in her like spring which displays the beauty of the scent of flowers
Nothing has changed her feelings and love for me
Nothing has changed about my feelings to her like leaves that always grow on each stem and they are water proofers
Nothing changes day after day, month after month, year after year her feelings for me
......
A Sonnet 03: Conversation In The Moon
by Ayatullah Nurjati
It would be better if I met you in the clouds
In that place I can be longing you in the clouds penetrated by the brilliant orange
sky
In the lack of oxygen, I can see that your face is blushing there; your beauty
never fades even in black clouds
Everything in you is clear and there is no hypocrisy even though it changes from
orange to blue sky
Your personality is there
The further fly into space the more I love you
......
