With his wings that
are vibrated
Until a couple of his
tentacles is shut
In the worship
of asmaradana
A sigh of butterfly a
mooing of lotus
: My breath your
breath
Being going to embody
as fresh wind
For one thousand one
suns
After the butterfly
leaves lotus
Say girl for the
people visiting the garden
If your boyfriend who
will go to come back
Nursing for the flower
by his language of wings
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
