F E B R U A R I

rumbling drums no longer pounding
even a thousand feet galloping horse
who break the war and puffing
dust
victory and boisterous banquet ends
in a quiet booth
street deserted road
please go horseback riding the wind
the pilgrimage to the "either"
: "Is there still leaves and butterfly coloured?"
sky just black and white
differences in doubt
change without statement
I want to look up at the beautiful curved
rainbow
but until now
heavy rain
nevertheless did not subside

Agats - Asmat, February 2nd, 2012