New Dawn

When the sky looms in darkness

When mind lost all its sharpness

With madness rampant within

Up and down I see myself, 

Hold a familiar sight of garbage in the bin.


Here I lie alone,

As water running through my cheekbone

I said to myself, I am weak,

Nothing I ought to seek

Is not worth as much as an antique


NAY! I hear In surprise,

Open hand reaching through the sky

Bringing light which I can rely,


NAY! I say in loud,

In here I stand to vowed

Promise not to bowed 

Against the world shrouded in cloud


Author: Wijasena Aji Pratama

Editor: Fransiskus Nino Boby Laksono (QC)

Illustrator: Bedita

Illustrated by Bedita

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