Friday, April 5, 2013

Puisi Rumah Singgah.



In the first article, the author will write a poem for the opening page.

Shelter Home.

flash of the sword
sticking out of the heart of your days,
of an empty house,
shards of glass were scattered on the floor cracks,
transformed into a map,
spur-track continues to sink,
in the bend of the road you never know the direction and purpose.

you live in the house unoccupied,
where all seserpih origin story so poignant,
nomad who sweating tired,
climbing ramps entered the silent house,
null and void!

                                                                                                                               
                                                               Combed times Brantas.




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