On my knees

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The Sixteenth of September, by Rene Magritte (taken from http://blog.tate.org.uk/)

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I’m on my knees.

Begging for mercy.

I see nothing.

I see no light.

Dark. Empty. Stifling.

Cannot breathe.

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Cold, but no blanket.

Thirsty, but no water.

The moon is faded.

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I’m dancing in the dream.

I’m melting in love.

Brighter sun.

Peace. Happiness. Romance.

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Yes, I’m begging,..

At any price to be there.

4 thoughts on “On my knees”

anggie September 21, 2011 at 8:06 am

Sepertinya aku mulai bisa menemukan sense menulismu. Gaya bahasa yang romantis dan seolah-olah mau ngajak dancing and swinging 🙂 mari menulis!!

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Rani Post authorSeptember 21, 2011 at 8:56 am

hehe.. iya kah? :p
mungkin sih Mbak, sepertinya (aku sendiri nggak yakin) pada dasarnya saya romantis dan ‘gila’ romance (as most of women does). Kalau ekspresi nyata terkadang sulit, jadi tertuangnya pada tulisan deh.. Tapi semoga tulisan-tulisan berikutnya genrenya nggak disitu-situ aja ya, hihihi…

Semangat!! Sukseskan ‘Angkot project’!! 😉

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dimsoer September 29, 2011 at 3:11 pm

wah ini oke lho. bahasanya semacam bahasa dewa.. tinggi banget

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Rani Post authorSeptember 29, 2011 at 3:14 pm

Hahahhaa.. berarti kamu dewa karena bisa membacanya 😀

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