dusk creeping into the night
the grasshopper choir sighed
choked feeling gripping
jokes always delete it badly
the rest of the rain wet the garden chairs
boisterous frog chats sound hoarse
self-esteem lonely no friends
the desire to meet urged the chest tight
night insects call for incandescent lights
bats touch wet leaves
reach your dark shadow disguised
I want to entertain in a polite manner
music box square melancholy tone
pierce the heart's silent ears
softly sing a sweet song
have you heard my true hope
grasshopper moaned irritably
hope the moon is impossible
my sadness turned blue in swooping
realize I miss you endlessly
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Solo, Mon, 10th December 2018. 9:39 pm
'with love and peace'
Suko Waspodo
antologi puisi suko
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ilustr: Miho Hirano
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