this longing is like a rope that never breaks
stretching on the pillar of the heart
between the dream spans
sometimes stop by birds that dodge the fog
on an early cold that blurs the sun
this longing is like a pole that never collapses
upright in the midst of life throughout the ages
to him depends on memory and memories
even though you are getting older
and more difficult to fight forget
this longing is like an open hallway
which is always passed
by the beautiful turn of the season
wanderer who is looking for his lost love
there is a grass that has long been changing colors
flowers and leaves alternately fresh and bud
this longing is a season that never stays silent
restless restless comes repetitive disturbing
only solemn prayer to be an empty bidder
sometimes the strains of poetry become touching songs
in the silence of the heart there is clear dripping slowly
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Solo, Tue, 2nd March 2019. 6:31 pm
'with love and peace'
Suko Waspodo
suka idea
antologi puisi suko
