No satisfactory results without great effort
Hi, Bloggers.
After all this time my writing only became a useless pile on my laptop, I got a suggestion to make the garbage mean. I started from here. I don’t expect much, I don’t care about the number of my followers (though a little hope). I wrote so that the happiness in me was awake. I also hope that my spirit of writing will continue to flare up.
I hope you like it!
NztGts
((Hope somebody visits my blog))
The splash touched the beach.
The foam bubbled
Enchanting.
The waves curled admirably.
The end is the line
where the sea meets the sky
The water is clear, not measurable.
Blue,
Countless beautiful.
In,
even though it’s not as deep as a mortal being.
Dive deep into it,
you will feel darkness
unspeakable.
Dive,
You will meet magical beings
Keep diving,
find His majesty,
Discover His Miracle,
Find His Favors,
And find
His greatness.
18.17, For who created an ocean
At first, I hated it. Hate hate at books. What is a book? Trash!
The books I read at the age of five were just textbooks and some comics. In fact, said Mama, when I was 3 years old, I had eaten all the books at home quickly.
Book? I quickly turned away. Disgusted.
Dream,
flowers that make
our lives feel more meaningful.
Dream,
make us excited
Today’s sky is blue,
there isn’t a pinch of gray clouds.
No rain.
Only a few clouds covered the blue.
the river is full of rocks,
uncountable flowing,
flow of happiness,
clear.
Getting wind blowing a hair child,
coconut tree waving calling.
The mountain soars
rice fields like green rugs,
made by God himself
This is me. This is my country.
I swear,
I won my dream.
then I’ll go home.
I,
son of land, water and fire,
will go home,
make your name fragrant.
I’ll dedicate myself to you.
that’s my oath.
My biggest promise in my live.
Glitter of light
in an infinite stretch of black.
covered in a pinch of thin clouds,
looks small in the eyes of mortal beings.
Scattered millions in infinite thick rugs,
Call their souls,
call their imagination,
really,
I see the souls of the mortals floating between the stars,
my wildest imagination.
Between my imaginations,
19.11 Indonesian Time Zone.
Nzt.Gts
I always love wrote about rain,
because rain is a magic from sky,
From God.
In this day,
I just want to tell it.
I have’nt more words for make a definition from rain.
And in this day,
I have just one quote, from an author a international best-seller book: The Rainbow Troops, and The Dreamer.
I hope you have a perfect day.
17.01, Tasikmalaya,
Heavy rain,
NztGts
I saw clouds running in the sky this morning. Beautiful.
Today’s sky is truly blue, as blue as an ocean,
makes me reflect.
Clouds can be flown, driven by the wind.
While the sky is still strong, blue, even if it’s covered.
I remembered Mama’s advice.
“Be a spring.
Good springs will bring goodness to the life around them.
Are cloudy springs,
will bring death in your surroundings.
Be the sky, not like a cloud.
The sky is always blue, white clouds always try to cover the blue.
he was jealous of the sky.
but the sky never changes
always blue.”
Well, good morning all.
Rain (again) this afternoon in the Tasikmalaya area.
Different from yesterday, this rain was super heavy, accompanied by strong winds.
Crowded birds fly. Motorists are busy looking for shelter. There are five motorcyclists who shelter in my house.
Morning All!
The sun shines wonderfully in the Tasikmalaya area this morning. Today is Chinese New Year. So, its Holiday!
In Indonesia, (the Tasikmalaya area), heavy rain falls every afternoon. Like today.
I always like rain.
The rain reminded me that every darkness must have an end, whether happy or sad.
I peeked at the rain through the balcony. I turned my head down.
Many people shelter. I hurried downstairs carrying snacks. They are happy. They smile.
Happy has a different definition for everyone, different from every situation. like today, those who shelter under my house smile (whether happy or not) because they get warm food and drinks from me.
Now, I’m just waiting for the rainbow. But I don’t think there will be any. It’s getting darker.
At 16:20, Tasikmalaya.
Heavy rain.
Someone who is always waiting for the rainbow,
NztGts
