night float like strands
black scarves that wriggle
of evening twilight and ran
together in silence
gising still bouncy rhythm
drizzle any remaining on the lattice
remove traces
missed call and pounding
faster heart
race when the heavens sob
ignited the light of all
flickering
lantern glowing on
wagon peddlers angkring
pick tragedy for all
caravans were tired and thirsty
night was soot
lull foliage
re inviting glow
glow coming from troubled dreams
and desires that hampered
song of Kinanti
sound sad to vibrate
breezeway to the heart
increasingly dense black shawl
closed stretches sky
call whisper
: I always want to go home!
Agats - Asmat, June 21, 2010
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