As Poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
As
As I sat brooding on a park bench,
a long time I asked,
Is the time like I picked the fruit?
Then learn to live in distant continents,
anyone could borrow but later return it
My clothes were just borrowing,
the most ancient of Mine just love,
when all of a sudden fruits fall,
I pick just one as a souvenir
(2011)
Sunday, September 15, 2013
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