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A Slight of Prayer
A Slight of Prayer
A Slight of Prayer
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This is my first poetry in English. I used to write poems in Indonesian, but I love a challenge so I tried to write a poem in another form of a language. Even so, these poems are not the translations of my poems in Indonesian. I have anxiety in love, war, God and even of the universe in which we live. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateDec 20, 2009
ISBN9781452353852
A Slight of Prayer
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Mochamad Ghafur

I am a physics student, actually a mature student that remains finishing Bachelor degree. I used to play or even being a director in my campus theater community. Then I realize something that I have to finish my college. Well, it is hard to leave writing just like that, even though the physics lectures has always wait to be finished.

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    A Slight of Prayer - Mochamad Ghafur

    A Slight of Prayer

    Mochamad Muhadzis Ghafur

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright 2009 Mochamad Muhadzis Ghafur

    Shape of Prayer

    A slight of prayer turn out to be the same shape of fear.

    Of expectations have not been disappearing and still not obsolete in the middle of silhouette.

    Along upon a tough night, I remain without any raindrops or full moon on the patio.

    Flash of morning. I heard your voices calling despite that is vociferous stand in continue to shiver will not dying. I convince myself that the shape of prayer will never be disappeared.

    All for the Beth

    Beth, my dear, through the wide blue sea and the cybercafé glass screen so narrow, I await your eyes to be able to kill me now.

    Beyond the rigid time, I talk over.

    On the other side of heaven and it still feels cold.

    How long is somehow I split with grief.

    It is because

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