in the morning I no longer
heard the lively singing of birds
since you don't often greet me friendly
is there still the rest of your time to hope
here I wait not to pause even though it's quiet
I was choked on a strong chest
resist the intense upheaval of desire
I hope your day will be more colorful
I stared from deep in my darkness
afternoon sun covered with gray clouds
accompany me live my day more sobbing
I want to ignore this feeling of sadness
but the more I think the more you mean to me
***
Solo, Tue, 1st January 2019. 4:30 pm
'with love and peace'
Suko Waspodo
suka idea
antologi puisi suko