dewanti, my girl: "go home
...."
twilight has been left on the pale
white light that will
extinguished
smeared black ink pool
in the dark we did not even
know, who the hell the enemy
a keen stare with anger
scary ghost
called hatred
never tired of waiting
unguarded moment to vent anger
: return to mother
longing wait
the sincerity of love
as the ocean
kinanti, my girl: "go home
...."
orange sky will not linger
longer distribute color
fingers of the time would hurry
packed the day
darken the light faded
the dark soot
not easily recognize the opponent's
face
always grinning
and preparing to sow jealousy
: return to mother
awaits the breadth
love without edge
throughout life and death
Agats - Asmat, August 27, 2000
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