[English Poetry] THE DANCING DREAMS AND DEATH by Fitri Nurul Aulia

Mama, you told me to this life to paint dreams,

You told me to imagine how it seems

And yes, I did what you asked me to

But I did not understand why there was blue

A lot of monsters suddenly came

On the time life forced me to end

The crow flied over me

Sang the death song

Mama, I was still holding my dreams’ draft

Even I know, I actually turned to a dwarf

I was a piece of paper

I was written by blood

And sorrow in a wood

Mama, I was still holding my dreams’ draft

I was ready to build a hope

Through out of my life

With sweat of fight

But the coming of those monsters,

I was realized that the dreams had over

Mama, maybe life wasn’t good enough for me as a little girl

So, God asked me to came back; He prepared me a pearl

Mama, maybe this world didn’t allow me to paint my colors

So to heaven, for them I will grow

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