Art Of Call - Poem by Maria Sudibyo
An echo in silence, the beating of the drums
A ray in shadow, a piece of paper
A chanted prayer, the nature instinct
Will you hear? Will you hear?
Whether a whisper, whether a shout
Whether clear, whether unspoken
Whether urgent, whether unrequited
Will you turn? Will you turn?
Laced by affection, bowed by authority
Filled by confidence, colored by question
Sung in pleasure, fueled in anger
Will you come? Will you come?
A warm greeting, an open challenge
A cry for help, an intense warning
A force of attraction, an undeniable summon
Will you answer? Will you answer?
Beckon you to get closer or taunt you to run hiding
Satisfy your great hunger or haunt you in your sleeping
Distract you in precious moment or confirm your determination
Will you ignore? Will you ignore?
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