Under the Low Sky
the sky stretches
blue soft
like pure silk
flowing from the peak of
Mount Burni Telong
kissing the valley and
the Peusangan River
in silence
in the quiet lake
adorn Lut Tawar
with the gentle splashes
that caress my dreams
all the time
Bur Lancuk Leweng
the frozen footprints
the song of the cold
night wind
guardians of time
stand unwavering
holding secrets
yet to be unraveled
green leaves bow
to the west
filling the void of the soul
I hear the didong
in the whispering wind
between tradition and love
that cannot be ignored
of the Gayo Land
I find myself
in a cup of coffee
passing through the black-and-white scheme
of this life
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