New Aceh Sunlight Poem by Prasetya Utama
New Aceh Sunlight
Aceh sun
sunshine burn my husk
is brittle
from open plane door
high wind, dry befall the face
homesick of native land
I walk among they
parrying homesick by myself
new leave taking the children
and wife
but I hold up because wishing to tread
at land; ground cleft newly
trying to trace the face
on the chance of newly
peace from endless conflict
your humanity
of the same nation
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4/24/2024 9:00:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
wonderful! keep writing! could you read my poems too? thank you.