Eartquake (1)
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Though I converge yesterday
Now I want to meet you again
To see you is face long lasting
Under the pteromax lamps
Until your father and mothers
Came from markets
Selling the batiste
Till dinner
Till time to learn come
Till your father come
Ask about our school lesson
Till time to sleep come
I went to my home
Ride bicycle
Across the cold night
Across the whole black
Trees
Around me
Till
I knock the door
When my mother
Still wait and open the door
For me
But now I found empty
No life after earthquake
(Prasetya Utama, Ciluar Bogor,8/15/2006)
poem by Prasetya Utama
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