The audible weeping that is brought by night wind
Lift up every feather duster which is being in a sound sleep
The wind is very strong wind
I don’t know day time or night time
And you come frightening me
Frighten all of my mind
Take all what I have hidden in my heart
And you disappear in the darkness of night
I fall headlong on my red bolster
Like you invite me for playing
I open my mind’s eye and my eye
Which is still hung by my small nymph
The window is opened
And the sunray shines my face
So that I get up and realize
That you’re my white ghost only
By: Ajies _ haji
The boy of plak_pak
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