Come Into Kampung Naga
The night was so bare,
slurp cold jointsbusy people perished,knocked on the door, eye-plagued number 12 nightsHappenings has been resolved ancestor ceremony.Ciwulan on the river, the body lay me on the wall Patemonwooden thatchbreeze sets in a dream, waving desirnyamiss hit particularly heavy, memilinbayangthe beautiful girl sitting on the lap, how sad,The sun had just escaped from the contest,comrades still deep in cotton country,swim like a girl seclusionin cushion pillows smell a rat urineNear the tamarind tree,I sat aside
while ordering a cup of coffee in the shop Salawu
which terdengus wind gabbe swayed tongue when slurpAt the end of the roadmy eyes staring artisan poet insistsmenyulang flute full of peacealthough his chest nausea struggled with the roar of lifeCoffee shops, 04/23/12PEOPLE SULTRA (Kendari)E-mail short stories, poetry, essays:bastra.kbsultra@gmail.comThis literary page cooperate with the Office of Southeast Sulawesi language. Cooperation contract took place in February - December 31, 2016.
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