: Who can choose
si-I, except destiny
the fingers of living
a strong opening gate
time
whipped up a step on the
direction does not always want to
destination
life is an instant moisture
and clear crystallized
on window glass
gasped and faded
pounced tongue
light
war was a pack horse
still encouraged to run fast
puff of dust in the vastness
field
pursuit of hope and fear
that talked each other
at the same time
- who we are, except for runners
that collided refused lonely race
nasih greet lying
on the verge of the morning
Agats - Asmat, November 2010
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