Struck against the truck, the machine-mouse
His blood that flew on the street
: As smile as farmers' sweat
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
Thursday, July 19, 2018
AFTER MAKING LOVE WITH NIGHT
The waste of coffee in the cup
And the worst dream
Fried by the sun
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
And the worst dream
Fried by the sun
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
THE LITTLE PIGEON
Pagupon I let to be opened its door widely
As my house of love for the little pigeon
Which shall paint by blue color
On the canvas of sky, my white silence
Before the twilight, she
shall come back to your house, my heart
In which we will give light for dark night
Like a couple of proton and electron related each other
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
Note:
Pagupon: pigeon's house made by wood
As my house of love for the little pigeon
Which shall paint by blue color
On the canvas of sky, my white silence
Before the twilight, she
shall come back to your house, my heart
In which we will give light for dark night
Like a couple of proton and electron related each other
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
Note:
Pagupon: pigeon's house made by wood
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