What is this rush
I feel in me
Do I get a blush
there in memory?
Have I been lying to me
or is it just a condemned fling
of a condensed memory
from a long time parting?
And still, you make me
rhyme in my rush
picking up my ink
for the sake of frozen memory.
(Batu, East Java-Indonesia/August 12th,2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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