Broken Glass Poem by PINONDANG SITUMEANG

Could you tell anything about the dreaming?
Cash paid after the bargaining,
a declaration just the images of a falling down,
even wild grass do more adventurer
step over the border of the fear,
longing blinking of broken glass-

still eager to ask about pain of the wound? -
me fall backward just like an arrow created father space,
separation time will come
where the arrow aim the broken mirror of your shadow
that difficult to reunited,
but endless blue sky as wide as the freedom,
supposedly you allow my worrisome
to be blinking firefly that fly freely to the highest