Holy seed, which is cultivated by men to take my spiritual life, to see how its flavor fades like the soft cloud of my dawn. Passionate afternoon that I see in my thoughts the present the past on the smoke

Locked in my diggs the lights go out And the magic comes out to play. Mini mall's halls filled with mini me's And the frenemies celebrating A long standing truce, POPP! Champagne pops a light bulb And

orang-orang harus menanggalkan permusuhan. Separah apapun bentuk luka, jahiti saja dengan benang silaturrahim---walau bulan menari atas kepala Ah! -Takengon/Padangpanjang, 2009-2018-