"De Profundis clamo ad te, Domineā
From the Depths, you cry out;
Ears only to be met
by roaring waves - Thunderous tumult.
Death, may come.
It comes to all of us.
To some, it comes earlier. But it comes.
After the climb, and a nice soak in the hot springs...we ventured to Air Terjun Kipungit...thunderous serenity within the enclosure of the jungle and mountains
Some would say I'm a health-freak and a pseudo sports enthusiast wannabe. Others who think they know me say my poetry doesn't seem 'me'. I'll let you decide.