English poem

Longing

Clocks continue to steal my breath second.
There is no call dissipate darkness.
Black sea.
You have stolen my heart colour.
Dribbling me to sea which is the full of flower carcass
I am loaned night breath to keep quiet.
This hurt both my eye.
Black blood do not explain journey of season.

That hurt dance.
Delivering at dark.

This you capable to offer.
From problem heap colonizing brain.
That dilution kept quiet of mouth.
Like small paintings that hurt wall stone.
Sun becomes the full of curve.
Paring journey that me loan.
Sometime this game does not find direction.


Written byDewi Wulandari