I am trying to tell you about a young woman with a young leaf stigmatized, this story focuses on what hope we may despair even though full of obstacles and our trials remain excited. May be useful to readers all morning

About a young leaf

tucked between the shrubs

a young leaf grows

soft skin membrane

reflecting rainbow rays

the sheen of the leaf sheets shook

floating on the wind

waving a butterfly beetle

eagle's eyes can not pass

until one season arrives

when pistil flowers dancing spoiled

braided straw cone headed

dark brown clothing crossed

tie bamboo wooden bundle container

his footsteps rattling the grass

his eyes were clothed with mud

slice ani-ani circular dijari

cut her veins

the young leaf slammed into the dark space

hit thousands of friends sekampungnya

writhing for breathing to interrupt

stale air covered with floral fabrics

the space where it is curled up

follow the owner strolled home

the direction of the sunlight shines from the west

spilled on the mats that lay out

young leaves begin to wilt on the face

sunburned

Her eyelids begin to turn yellow

holding dry dry his body

the young leaves are no longer green

her limbs were rigidly broken

chopped roasting machine

shreds ripped apart rarely

the former young leaves dry up

no more beautiful look again

waiting for the water to boil

momentarily bathed in boiling water

the former young leaves leaf out the scent

pollute the clear water

indulge in the pleasure of pleasure

relieving thirst in the afternoon

consequence

Life is a struggle whereas hope is the way that makes us mature. The more we grow and develop the more knowledge and experience.