Comfortable Poem by Prasetya Utama

Comfortable



What pain of being in the big city
surrounded by the walls of frozen
where every moment should be subject
in the hours on the wall
stiff ticking
no rhythm
bamboo leaf rubbing
each other
wind
twilight
charm
without the words
a flatter
and
persuaded me that any time
buy this or buy it
for life
comfortable

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