Posted in Poems

Twilight Night

I’m looking at the sky
Kind of the red-flared one
The one we used to talk over
But that lines now felt forever,

And then there’re songs we used to sing
Along with the laugh and smiles
You used to bring

I’m listening to the rain falls
Knocking the window
Streaming down the glass creating its flow
Like the one we used to adore

And then there’re pages we used to read
Along with those glasses of tea
We used to firmly grip

Like those lines of red-flared
Flaming in hundred



Bandung, October 22nd 2012


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