Debussy’s Clair De Lune playing out loud
Rather than comedy, it’s tragedy
Satire play as Aristotle’s made its word
The world couldn’t be agreed
Endless dream come around in mid night
Stay as nightmare, isn’t it?
Am I wrong?
Seems no single elements of microcosm hatred
The dream I wish for
Just seems, it’s not what the truth told
Like Pandora’s box, there is hope as remnant
To help everyone to survive, it’s near
Come on
So far away, then run
YOU ARE READING
About Him
PoesíaHanya untaian sajak yang tak sanggup ku genggam, mereka keluar sendirinya menjadi kata yang saling tertaut erat. Tak terpisahkan. ©Irma Ulfia Farahani
