- past, only gray silhuet
moving slowly
settles in a cup capucino
evaporated with the smoke: gone ....
'I ordered a piece of bread'
chef burn in the flames of love
moisten well with hate
plaintive jazz rhythm
melody understood restless heart
awaits
however, is not ever slam the door?
stared grimly sense
the departure of
I condemn destiny, but today
rotation of the wheel is the fate
ready to spin over me
: benches benches entirely filled,
but
why am I still alone?
believe in a pot of hot tea spout
contained in the promise
sentence virtual easily denied
lamp lights were dim, and nervous,
now dead
presumably arrived moments passed
away
Yogyakarta,, Juni 2011
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