the ocean ... vague ripples in the unlimited side
brought the anchor of heaven vision
in the tide waves melody
throwing with the strong and cracked
the traces began to withdraw
but the obscure stains still remained
in the south street corner
bitten the miss which was fallen
between noisy of market appearance
and ...
the dull color of little mosque
beside my seeing
the light not disappear
but sometimes sinking
in the face of the deep under confusion
mmmh ... ya Allah, ... this line, where is it going?
tawang sari, august 21, 1997
August 24, 2008
thin line
Posted by 4im at 8:04 PM
Labels: English Poems
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