Dropping
his anchor of old boat
After
the twilight entombs sun
For
you, that’s last nice memory
Especially
when jesting with storm
As
a couple of youngsters
Infatuated
by love
Being
cuddly forever, after
The
wave hurls them to seaside
When
the moon has been yet like coofee
Diluting
viscously in the glass
You’re
the old seaman
Showing
off as a poet
Which
creats poem about love
For
his beloved
Inserted
in the fragrance of wine
And
smoke of cigarette, so that
Sleeping
does’n give nightmare
Comouflaging
as a morning rainbow
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
