Spare Of Life Poem by Indra Setiawan

Spare Of Life



A road not so dangerous is in the map, from junction into 55 freeways
Nature of stone and hill give away, to climb the road, so far very exciting.
Heart breathing and time clicking, in gas station of a shell, filling up 35 gallons
Machine is croaking like a brave wolf, until the time in middle of dry valley dessert.

Something a different than me, junction speed 220 miles steady in 5 gears
Link to a winner in just 6 hours, run to dessert hill of valley always give away
Sporty faster not comfortable that is ready made in like a shadow loaded with extra hard Computing V-Tech and soft modeling F-Virtual, its so a beautiful touch of made in.

Wind is waiting, dry land is watching,250 types from an owner of cars in a road
We all agree about it, not fast and not dangerous because it still come in next century
Metal in external model with nice sharp counter line, from any direction of steady angle
Elastics’ fabrication in interior becoming soft model with gently texture, and organize room.

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