Let it go

Just let the wings of poetry be broken
Become a dust flake
In the moonlight
And become a cloud that is empty of taste
There is no boat as tall as a lighthouse
On an island that always keeps memories
So
Rebellion of words is common
But arrogance is unusual
Let it flow the holy words
Go to the plains of the heart
For the sake of a real plot that never interferes
Because it is fertile with the wilderness of charisma
And blend in with all forms of sound
All forms of display
Woven day and night
Until
In the estuary and the bay, it feels one
In a boat that is faithful to the oars and the rudder

Silence is the wind that goes
Before bringing the rain
Enthusiastic
Just pass the silence
With dream dreams
No matter how hard it is to break through the darkness
Still we'll be a term played whistling
Until now