Regret Poem by Prasetya Utama
Regret
Regret comes after
When I sat
On Bamboo Chair
Under Mango Tree
Felt my soul not free
Had detained out of our desire
Rose flower on a pot
Release softly perfume
In the windy air
Hide in smelt softly
Of sins
My soul could not slept
Along the day in a time, wrest
When the women sat
Beside me
Red news
Got a new
Gossip
Jakarta, Thursday, March 16,2006
Prasetya Utama
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