Sekar Sarkara
cerita bunga-bunga kelapa
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Withered
one said, I write because you exist
then, my poem has withered
words disassembled
letters faded and lost its sound
since you gone
-one fine Thursday
~ss
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment