Epilogue 17 Poem by Ahmad Shiddiqi

Epilogue 17



on the wet lodge in my withered
hill

snow accumulate, move and
ask

who will travel through misty of
May?

shadow is swaying under crescent
moon

to make a vista for a new
day

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Ahmad Shiddiqi

Ahmad Shiddiqi

Semarang, Central Java, Indonesia
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